#max desoto x reader

[neiveel3llson]

Sam and Max HC

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Sam, who whines in his sleep when you arent with him, clutching onto pillows and blankets to find you in the mass of 3 bodies and duvets.

Max, who can't sleep without you there, whether he has the other or not, Max who needs you at all times, to be his and Sam's pillar.

Sam, who needs you to play poker, his poker face being a flustered smile, or maybe, he's just looking at you.

Max, who will talk your ears off, loving the time even if you drift off or pay him no notice, just having you there. Listening.

Sam, who would drive you anywhere, whether he needs the DeSoto or not. The.. growling DeSoto.

Max, who can't be trusted to drive, laying over yours or Sam's laps gleefully, living his happy little life.

Sam, who would spoil you and Max to no end, as much as he bank account will let him, which is quite alot, considering what they do to criminals. (They steal their wallets)

Max, who loves being spoiled by you and/or Sam, and repays you both in genuine, non aggressive love, no matter what he holds his standards about love to.

Max, who cries when you or Sam beat him in poker. (he eats his own cards.)

Sam, who sulks when you beat him in poker, before you let him have a pity win. (He also lets Max eat his cards.)

Max, who will jump onto your shoulders, just to give you a 'passionate' he bites you kiss.

Sam, who nuzzles his wet nose into yours and licks your cheek, sleeping over your lap, showing genuine passion for your shared relationship.

They, who love you as much as they could. They, who have never loved anyone as much as they love you and eachother. They, who would do anything for you, anything.

[clonesupport]

Multi Use Prayer Beads

vicar max x f!reader

word count: 3.3k

warnings: 18+, NSFW, raw grinding/humping, thigh fucking, prostate orgasm👀, fingering m receiving, slight praise, prayer beads as a leash/collar, so choking i guess👀, subby max hehe, handjob, porn without plot, smut under the cut

a/n: how i got myself to finish a fic i will never know, anyway hehe bringing back the prayer beads for this one👀 been needing some subby/switch max, haven’t written enough of that🥴

Max kissed you feverishly the moment his cabin door closed behind the two of you, pushing you blindly back towards the nearest surface. He guides you to the table to the right of his entrance, the back of your thighs bumping into the cold metal of its surface. His hands roamed your body, sliding under your clothes just to squeeze your supple flesh in his rough hands. Your moans muffled by his harsh kiss sucking and biting your lips as he pressed his body against yours.

Max goes to clear the table, needy to take things further quickly, "You sure are impatient." You tease, smirking against his lips as he grunts to swipe his books out of the way. 

“I’d say it’s your fault for causing me to react this way, always running that fucking mouth of your to rile me up. You know what you’re doing,” The items clatter on the metal ground of his quarters, the books and other trinkets scattering around the small unused desk. “I swear you do this shit on purpose.” His hands instantly go back to your body, gripping your hips with an eager impatience as he steps closer to you between your legs bringing his hips to yours. 

“Quite the deducer you are, good Vicar.” You tease, a grin pulling your lips taught when you feel his finger tips dig into your flesh even more peeved than before. He didn’t want to admit your egging him on with your mocking words was in fact working much too easily to get him worked up like this but anyone with a set of working eyes could see it clear as day. “Need I teach you to mind your language as a man of the cloth.”

You could almost see Max flare in anger before you scoff at his response, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him into a kiss. He grinds his hard on into your hips, desperate to appease himself as he ruts against you. You break the kiss with your grin, biting your lip as you begin to relieve Max of his clothes teasingly, “You’re like an angry little sex crazed rabbit, it’s adorable.” You hear him huff at your comment as you slide off his vestment.

“I should remind you not to push my temper.” He grits the halfhearted threat, unable to mask his amusement completely with his frustrated demeanour. His grip tightens once more paired with another pressure grind of his hips with his words.

“And I oughta muzzle that anger of yours.” The playful bite to your words only feeling the arousal that burned within the vicar before you. Max groans from both frustration and his desperate desire for you. His mouth meets yours in a clash of tongue and teeth, rough and quick before his lips suck down your neck, teeth grazing and nipping at your skin as his fingers begin fumbling with your shirt before pulling it over your head hastily. His mouth is back on your neck, sucking bruises to your collar as he works on your pants.

Max is clumsy as he tries to strip you of your garments, a giggle escaping you as you feel him groan in annoyance against your skin. Your hands rest on his shoulders, gently pushing him as to give you space for you to handle your own clothes. You easily undo your fly, looping your thumbs under your waistbands and pushing both your pants and underwear down past your knees. You do so just slow enough to tease him, stepping out of your pant legs before tossing your clothes to the side. As you were straightening out you saw Max’s prayer beads next to your feet and an idea sparks in your mind, eyes twinkling as you picked them up.

You watch Max’s eyes drag along your figure hungrily, his hands instantly back on your hips. His eyes catch his prayer beads, brow cocking at the object in your hands, “And what do you plan to do with those?” His eyes catch your devious ones as you slip the beads around your neck, watching the beads settle perfectly between your breasts. There was something so sinful about the minimal gesture it made his stomach flip in arousal as a moan strains in his throat, brows furrowing at the sight.

His head dips down to suck the tender flesh of your breasts, kissing hot and wet open mouthed kisses to your delicate skin. “I’m not quite sure yet but it seems like this is doing it for you.” A smirk plays at your lips as your fingers rake through his hair.

Max was still half clothed when he attempted to grind his hips against yours once more, his hands smoothing down your sides and reaching back to caress and kneed your ass. Your hands move to undo his pants, releasing his erection from his underwear with a few slow pumps. Max hitches his breath against your chest when you stroke his length, instantly stepping closer to you as you teased him some more. You release him from your hold, brushing your hands up his chest, grazing your fingernails along his torso sending shivers through his body and a pulsing throb through his cock.

Max brings his head back up to press his forehead to yours. He gazes down at his yearning erection, edging ever so slowly closer to your cunt. He spits in his hand before he grabs a hold of his cock, slicking himself up as he aligns himself to your thighs before slowly sliding between them. A relieving shaky sigh leaves his lips as he buries himself to the hilt between your thighs, his legs quivering ever so slightly at the sensation of finally having some friction on his aching hard on.

His eyes close as he settles a moment. He could feel your heartbeat pulse against his cock from your drooling cunt, your heat warming him so deliciously as his cock throbs between the tightness of your thighs. You notice his lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he breathes deeply, his hips beginning a languid push and pull between your legs. You found it almost endearing how sweetly entranced he was from the slightest friction, how easily drunk and lost he got in his own world from the pleasure of you. 

You bring your hand up to cup his cheek as you begin to grind against him in time with his slow thrusts making him moan as his hips buck instinctively quicker into yours. His pace stays moderate as he picks up his speed ever so slightly, his eyes still closed as he nudges into your hand. Your other hand rests on his bicep, feeling his muscle move beneath your touch as he holds you by the hip, softly pulling you onto him with each fuck. 

You lean back against the table with your hand, the one on his cheek staying in place as you caressed down his jaw to his neck as he continued to fuck your thighs. You watch him lovingly as a smile pulls at your lips, amused by how quickly his actions have changed since the two of you started, “Curious how your mood can change in just a matter of seconds.” 

You watch him lift his gaze up to you, eyes glossy as he processes your words, “What?..” His pace falters though he whines when it does, picking his pace back up once more.

You giggle at his unresponsive state, “This, you.” You smile, thumb brushing his cheekbone as he worked himself between your thighs. You felt his length brush against your cunt every couple bucks, sending a soothing wave of pleasure to travel up your spine. “You don’t exactly seem mad anymore. It’s like all you needed was to bury your cock into me in someway, you horny bastard.” Max makes a noise in rebuttal as he leans forward, arms caging you as his palms support himself on the table top, his lips chasing yours in doing so. You pull away just before his lips could find the comfort of yours, ”Kinda pervy don’t you think?” You comment, avoiding and ignoring his previous attempt to kiss you teasingly as you spoke.

Max’s brows furrow as he angles his hips the slightest bit upwards to perfectly slip against your cunt causing your hips to jolt as the head of his cock brushes perfectly against your entrance. Your knees buckle at the feeling, you’d been so distracted with teasing him that you’ve completely forgotten about how needy you’ve become. Max grins at your reaction as he continues his thrusts against your wet cunt. You find yourself whimpering and grinding along with him as he continued as he’s finally given your pussy the attention it needed.

Your hand moves from his jaw to the roots of his hair, gripping and tugging languidly as you bit your lip. You feel his tip rub your clit perfectly, sending pleasure through your body with every thrust. “Not so talkative now, are we?” It was his turn to tease. You snarl halfheartedly at him before a smirk replaced it, you weren’t gonna let him get the upper hand in this.

Swiftly, you take off his prayer beads before slipping them over his head, looping them second time around his neck before tugging the beads taut around his neck. Max barely caught what you were doing before he felt necklace tight around his neck, the warm string of beads digging into his skin. You push him back a step while still holding onto the beads, ignoring how your clit already missed the friction of his cock. You began to walk him to his bed, guiding him while keeping the beads tight in your grip as if it were a leash.

When you look back at him, his cheeks are flustered, almost like he was embarrassed of how much he enjoyed you using his prayer beads this way and truth be told he was. You stop before the ledge of his bed and turn to face him fully, your free hand bringing its finger tips to dance across the skin of his torso, trailing them down to his glistening erection. You let the beads fall from your hold as your fingers hook on his waistband. “Off.” You say simply as you lean in to ghost a kiss to his lips before pulling back to watch him.

Max does exactly as you say, removing the last of his clothes and tossing them aside. He can feel your gaze on him like a hawk watching his every move. When his eyes met yours again, you were smiling contently as your eyes dragged over him, “On the bed.” You coo, your eyes enchanting and voice seductive as he obeys. “Good boy.” You hum quietly, more to yourself though he heard it, making his ears burn red as he passed you and positioned himself on his sheets. He sits back and waits for your next move.

You hadn’t followed him onto the bed, instead you only lean forward to grab the prayer beads and tug him from his seat, “Turn around, Max, on all fours.” Your face is inches from his as he practically whines at your request. His eyes watch you momentarily, yearning for you. You smile, giving in to him briefly as you lean in to connect your lips, kneeling on the edge of his bed. Max moans into your mouth as his hand comes to cradle the back of your head, mouth opening for you and sucking kisses to your lips as he takes his final chance to taste you for a while. You pull away, “Please?” You beg, nudging your head to his as you release your hold of the beads.

Max breathes out a deep breath before nodding subtly, moving to turn for you. Max sits back on his knees, his back to you as he shyly but patiently waits for you. He feels the bed dip behind him the closer you lean towards him. You place a kiss to his back, tender and sweet, one after another along his shoulders to his neck and down his spine, “Thank you.” You murmur against him, your breath hot against his cooling skin, “You’re doing so good listening to me.” You place another kiss to his skin, your hands smoothing down his back and around his waist to his front.

You trail your touch along his skin, feeling him lean back into your chest as you reach to feel for his erection. A breathy moan leaves his lips as you wrap your fingers around the bass of him, squeezing him just right to elicit another sound out of him as you stroked him. Your other hand came to rest on his shoulder blade, gently pushing him forward. Max gets the message and positions himself on his hands and knees. 

You continue stroking him, pulling yourself upright on your knees as your hand trails down his back to his hip. Max moans with your steady strokes, his shoulders shifting with every heavy breath he took as his heart rate began to elevate. Your hand soothes from his hip to his ass, thumb stroking his rear as you lean down to kiss the small of his back. Your fingers trail towards down to his balls, cupping them softly, hearing him moan as you massaged them in time with your strokes. 

Max knew where you were going with this and he was keening for it. “Please.” He looks back at you, almost too embarrassed to ask fully for what he needs. You smile at him lovingly, leaning over him to place a kiss to his shoulder as he watches you. Your bare chest presses against his back while your hand slides up, the pad of your fingers brushing past his taint and to his ass. Max huffs a quick breath in anticipation as you spat on his ass, spreading the lubrication before applying pressure with your finger.

You lean back up, kissing into his spine as you heard him groan in time with your insertion. His hips angled up for you as you slipped your finger in to the hilt, letting him ease around your digit before curling your finger downwards ever so slightly. Max jolts gently as your applied pressure inside him sends a welcoming wave of pleasure, almost keening for more as he spread his legs wider. 

You smile against his skin as you began pumping your finger within him, watching his fists flex in his sheets and a relieving moan exhales from his lips as you thrust your finger slowly into him. You move to trail your lips against the nape of his neck as you insert a second finger, increasing your speed after a few slow thrusts. Your other hand resumes its pace, his hips jerking into your fist only to make your fingers slip into him harder with his buck. Max chokes out a moan as your hands only continue their ministrations. Pulling moan after cut off moan from him, you focused on the speed of your fingers, strengthening the pressure against his pleasure point within him as his bucking continued. 

Max’s moans only got coarser, his arms getting sore as he dropped himself onto one elbow, burying his face into his bed as his brows bunched up in pleasure. His eyes are closed, his whole body concentrating on the double ends of stimulation you’re giving him. You can feel him heaving against your chest, your breasts pressed into his back as you worked your hands.

You change focus, speeding up the pumps on his cock as you squeezed just tight enough to elicit another muffled groan to rip through his body. You can feel his premium slicking your fingers and your palm as you played with his head, pleasuring swirls around the tip of his cock as you pushed your fingers into him to the bass of your knuckles. You prodded inside him, stilling your thrusting fingers and increasing the curl and pressure against his sweet spot. 

Max practically saw stars, his whole body lighting up like white hot fire as the combined stimulation raked through his body. He could barely hold himself together as he bit his sheets as some form of grounding before he felt himself teeter the edge. You knew he was close, you watched him push himself back up for air as his breath quickened, his thighs quivering from pleasure.

With the precision in the curl of your fingers and the deft pumps on his cock, his breath hitched. Max could feel every cell in his body edge with hot pleasure. His hips mindlessly fucked your fist, that was until you remove your hand causing a groan to escape him. Your other hand never ceases as your empty hand reaches up for his prayer beads that where still dancing around his neck. You grab a loop of the beads, tugging them taut around his neck and pulling him further upright. The beads tightened deliciously around his neck, pearls digging into his skin and sending a pleasant numbness to his head. 

Max’s moans come out as quick silent exhales as you choked him gently with his prayer beads, silencing him just long enough before he felt himself explode. Like a firework of pleasure, Max felt himself crumble beneath you as you consistently prod at his prostate. His cum gushed out of him in eager waves, his hips stuttering and cock throbbing in the air with every explosive wave of his orgasm. As if finally finding his voice once more, a loud moan rips from his chest, guttural and gravely as you milked his prostate of everything his release was willing to give you.

You keep the string of beads tightly drawn while you slipped your fingers out from him slowly, causing Max to jerk at the sensation. His chest gasped with laboured breath, his head hung below his shoulders. His body almost gave out as his legs shook from the force of his climax. A satisfied smile tugs at your lips as you let go of the beads before grabbing a nearby rag, tucked away between his sheets, and gently wipe your hands clean. 

Max weakly pushes himself over onto his back, eyes still closed as you watch the exasperated expression of relief on his face, his breath slowly easing. With Max out of the way, you see the mess he’s made on his bed. Streaks of cum smeared across the fabric, staining his sheets in milky white ropes. You used the rag to clean the mess the best you could before returning your attention to the man beside you. 

His face was red, whether from a post orgasm embarrassment or the flush and heat of his high you couldn’t tell, maybe it was both. The blush crept down his neck as you moved next to him, forgetting the rag somewhere on the bed as you cupped his cheek and kissed his flushed lips. He’s breathless as he attempts to kiss you back, eyes fluttering shut as he whines lowly into the kiss. You make slow movements to straddle him, using both hands to cradle his jaw and neck as you continued to feed him kisses.

His hands naturally move to your ass, roaming your body as Max pulls back enough to catch his breath. He chuckles when you continue to pepper slow and sucking kisses to his neck and collar, “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you’re trying to hint at me to go again.”

You hum against the warmth of his skin, smiling as you reply, “Of course,” you feel him reach to gently squeeze your ass at your response, “You should know by now not to ask stupid questions like that.”

[turntechanomaly]

we need more poker night at the inventory x reader fics. i need to read a fic where i flirt with sam n max all night and then after i win the tournament i **** **** **** ***** ***** in the desoto

[sailorsei]

Vicar Max x Fem!Captain

Word count: 5.1k (I can’t write a short fic to save my life)

Summary: The Vicar has a hard time hiding his feelings until his Captain is terribly injured.

Warnings: 18+, smut!, blood, rapt bites, drinking, etc.

A/N: First Outer Worlds fic! Hope yall enjoy! This is pretty self indulgent jjdksjsdsj. The reader has the background as my outer worlds OC so I guess this could be oc x vicar max too but whatever lol. take place after the empty man quest.

I had never been one to open up. I never had been one to have close friends. Not on earth, even when my “aunt” had sent me to countless therapists and counselors, not when she signed me up from after school activities, and certainly not now, when I’m traipsing around Halcyon as some sort of freelancer. Never in a million of years did I think that I would be in a different solar system, trying to help some scientist guy revive hundreds of thousands of people, while also avoiding being caught by The Board. But here I stood, waiting for my rag tag group of friends to finish up their drinks before heading back to my ship, The Unreliable.

Stellar Bay was nice aside from the constant presence of monstrous creatures outside its walls, among other things. Nyoka and Ellie drunkenly laughed over some joke they had made as they stood from their seats at the bar. They somehow held each other up even though they could barely stand. Parvati, Felix, and Vicar Max were engaged in a discussion about the recent tossball match. I waited for them to exit the bar before following behind. I looked up at the sky as we made our way over to the elevator pad. The skies here were so much more beautiful than on Earth. I may have had a miserable life on Earth, but sometimes, I missed it. Sometimes.

I was so lost in thought that I hadn’t noticed Vicar Max had slowed down just a bit so he could walk beside me. He cleared his throat and I snapped back to reality.

“Something troubling you, Captain? You hardly said a word at the bar.” He said. I looked at him and could see his concern. Was it coming from his Vicar side, or his Max side, you wondered.

“I’m fine, Max. Just… Reminiscing.” I replied, looking forward. We all stepped onto the elevator pad and I pulled the level for it to bring us up to my ship.

“May I ask what about?” He asked. I looked out onto the small town, taking it all in. I considered lying, saying something bland to get him off my back. But he was my friend. He deserved a real answer, as much as my instincts said not to.

 “Just about my life before Halcyon.” I replied, turning to him. Max nodded slowly, considering how to respond. I didn’t talk about my old life much, besides the highlights.

---

Parents were killed in a car accident when I was 5, my mother’s business partner took me in. Raised me, well, my nanny raised me. Woman was a saint. I kept my head down in my school years. Focused on my studies, I didn’t want to get attached to anyone. The thought of losing someone again scared me. When I was 25, my nanny of my childhood had contacted me, saying she couldn’t take it anymore. She revealed that my “aunt”, mom’s business partner, had had my parents killed so she could take control of their business, after a heated disagreement between them. Mom wanted to run a compassionate pharmaceutical business. Aunt Lydia had other ideas. My nanny had then revealed, I was supposed to be in the car.

 So my aunt had to play the good friend role, and take me in. I went to go blow the whistle on what my aunt had done, when I was ambushed and drugged. I woke up in a space suit and in the frozen chamber on The Hope. My aunt standing before me. I weakly tried pushed against the pod door when she simply sighed.

“It’s no use. It’s sealed from the outside.” She said. I tried again when she yelled my name to stop.

“Why?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“I couldn’t have you expose me. Everything I worked for would have been ruined.” She said. She walked up to the pod, inches from the glass.

“I know it won’t mean anything, but I am sorry for what happened to them.” She rested her hand on the glass for just a moment, before retracting it. She backed away and turned to leave when she looked back. “I hope you can make a life for yourself.” She walked away. The next thing I remember is waking up to Phineas reviving me.

 --

 Max decided to not press the issue further, giving me his usual spiel of if I needed to talk, he was there for me. And I silently thanked him with a nod. It’s not that I didn’t think I could trust him with what was going on in my head, I was afraid that if once I opened up, it wouldn’t stop.

 --

 I made sure Nyoka and Ellie were tucked into their cabins, shutting their doors so they could sleep off the impending hang overs without interruption. I grabbed a snack from the kitchen and said goodnight to the rest of the gang and headed to my room. The view of space was something I would never get sick of. I laid on my bed and just lost myself in the stars, and soon, to sleep.

I woke up to hearing ADA saying that there is only one bathroom for the millionth time. I got up from my bed, rubbing my face. I slipped on some fresh clothes and made my way to the kitchen. Everyone was in the kitchen, talking to each other, while SAM cleaned around everyone.

“Mornin’ Captain!” Parvati chirped. She turned her attention back to a little gadget she had been tinkering with. I offered a small wave to my crew as I made my way over to the fridge to get some water. I could feel Max’s eyes on me as I was standing at the counter. My cheeks warmed up from the supposed attention and turned around, nonchalantly, to see if my suspicion was right.

Max averted his eyes quickly and I tilted my head slightly. Did I have something on my back? Was my hair messy? I was going to ask him when Felix called for my attention.

“Hey Boss, so, you’re like 95, right?” Felix asked. I looked at him confused, but did the math quickly in my head.

 “I believe so. Froze at 25, to be awakened 70 years later. Why?” I leaned against the counter, crossing my arms.

“Since you’re the oldest, you make all the rules around here.” Felix said, looking like he just proved some point that you were unaware of.

“I mean, I feel like being Captain trumps that, but I guess?” I replied. Felix sheepishly whispered “Oh yeah…” before turning back to what he was doing. The others giggled at that.

I pushed off from the counter and started to make my way down to ADA when I heard Max call my name. I stopped at the stair I was at and looked up at Max.

“What’s up, Max?” I asked.

“Oh, I just wanted to make sure you were ok, after last night. I, uh,” He paused for a moment, he seemed nervous. I tilted my head, curious.  “I didn’t want to press.” He cleared his throat.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just in a weird head space last night. Thanks for the concern, but you’re the one that seems to have something on his mind, do YOU need to talk about something, Vicar?” I rose a few steps, crossing my arms. Even though I was just two steps away from him, my head had to tilt back a bit so I could still maintain eye contact. He stood at 6’4”, whereas I was 5’4”, so I had to do this often.

Max stammered a bit before answering.

“Nothing is the matter, Captain, I assure you. If you’ll excuse me.” He nodded and walked back towards the kitchen. I stood there, baffled, but turned and walked down to ADA.

“ADA, why are humans so confusing?” I asked, mostly rhetorical, as I typed away on the terminal.

“I’m not sure how to answer that, Captain. Humans are truly an enigma.” ADA replied.

“Ain’t that the fuckin’ truth.” I said, amused. “Anyway, let’s head to Groundbreaker. Gladys has a side job she needs done.”

“Right away, Captain.” ADA replied. The ship roared to life and headed towards Groundbreaker.

 --

 Walking off the ship, Max and Parvati followed close behind.

“Do you mind if I go see Junlei while you talk to Gladys, Cap?” Parvati asked. When I had first gotten to Edgewater, I had quite the crush on Parvati. But she soon showed interest in Junlei and I reeled back my feelings. Didn’t need to complicate the crew.

“Of course, Parv. Just meet us back on the ship in like, 20 minutes.” I replied. Parvati nodded quickly, and took off to see her girlfriend. It was sweet how smitten she was.

Max and I walked in silence towards the Rest-N-Go, when Max cleared his throat.

 “If you don’t mind me asking, Captain, I’m curious. Did you have any paramours when you were on Earth?” He asked. I looked at him, and kind of laughed.

“Are you asking if I was seeing anyone while on Earth? You’re not going to lecture me on pre-marital sex are you?” I asked. Max quickly tried to back pedal on what he asked when I nudged him with my elbow.

“Relax, Preacher Man. I’m teasing.” He rolled his eyes at the nick name. “I had a few people I saw every now and again, but never anything serious. Attachment issues really get in the way of healthy relationship.” Max went to inquire more when we arrived at Gladys’ office.

“Well look who it is, hello sweetheart. Did you get my message?” I nodded and Gladys pulled out a cartridge with information on the job and handed it to me.

“Now you be careful. I would hate to see my favorite freelancer get gobbled up by some rapts.” She cooed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. I have quite the crew with me.” I rested my head on Max’s arm as a sign of trust but I felt him tense up. I chose to ignore it and waved goodbye to Gladys.

We stopped by Belle’s Shells for ammo, but the walk there was weird, to say the least. Max refused to make eye contact, and then made up some excuse that he needed to go to the ship immediately and just about sprinted to it. I scowled but turned back to the vendor when Parvati strolled up.

“Why did Max just literally run away from you?” She asked. I turned to her as the vendor grabbed more ammo from the back.

“I have no idea. He’s been acting weird lately. I tried to ask him about it but he clamed up. I thought maybe men would be easier to read in the future, and in a different solar system. But it seems I was wrong.” I said, huffing in frustration. “It’s fine though. He doesn’t have to open up about stuff he doesn’t want to. But I do think it’s funny how he always is asking me how I’M doing but as soon as it’s him, he just shuts up.” I looked over at Parvati to her holding in a snicker. I put my hands on my hips and looked at her with curiosity.

“Oh! Sorry! I don’t mean to laugh, Captain, just... I agree. Men are just that weird here. Yep.” Parvati nervously smiled. I wanted to press her further but the vendor came back with an arm load of ammo. I handed some to Parvati and headed back to the ship.

 --

 Parvati and I put the ammo in the cargo bay and then I headed to ADA, using the navigation terminal to head to Roseway. Gladys wanted me to check out a crashed ship that might have been holding some chemicals that are super hard to come by.

 We landed on the Roseway landing pad and I geared up to check it out solo when Max stopped me.

“Captain, you’re not going alone, are you?” He inquired.

“Yeah, I am. It’ll be a quick in and out, and I didn’t want to bother anyone for that.” I offered him a smile and went to leave when he grabbed my hand. I looked at my hand and then at Max. He quickly let go.

“Allow me to join you, I would hate myself if anything happened to you.” He waited for me to respond.

“I’m 95, Max, I can take care of myself. I’ll be back before you know it.” I winked at him and headed out before he could protest.

 --

 Max paced by the door of the ship for what felt like hours. She should have been back by now, Max thought. Max considered going out to make sure things were alright when Ellie told him to chill out.

“She’s fine Max. I’m sure she’s just having a hard time finding whatever the fuck that old lady wanted her to find.” Ellie leaned against the door frame. Max considered that but still, he was worried.

“I still would like to know for sure. We should make sure our Captain is okay. ” Max said, checking the ammo in his gun.

“Sure, that’s why you want to check. Wink Wink.” Did she just say wink out loud, Max thought.

“I’m not sure what you mean, Ellie.” Max replied, anger bubbling up.

“Please. Everyone on this ship knows you have the hots for the Captain. Just tell her already.”

“Ellie, that is just—“

“Vicar, sir? I think you should tell her too.” Parvati appeared next to Ellie. Max rolled his eyes. “Now, listen, sometimes you need to take a chance? If the Captain hadn’t told me to take a chance, Junlei and I wouldn’t have gotten to know each other better. Just consider it.” Parvati walked away before Max could respond.

“You all can stay here but I’m going to go check on her.” Max walked over to the door and opened it to find the Captain standing on the other side. Max turned bright red. Had the Captain heard? He went to ask her how long she had been standing there when he looked down to see the huge bite mark on the Captains side, blood soaked clothes shredded around it. The Captain went to speak when her legs gave out. Max caught her just in time.

“Ellie! Get everyone now! The Captain is hurt!” Max picked the Captain up bridal style and rushed her to the cargo bay. He laid her down on the cot that was left there from the previous Captain and moved it to the middle of the bay.

 Everyone rushed down, Parvati holding all the medical supplies they had on hand. The Captain was out cold, and the bleeding was getting worse.

“Okay, first we need to clean the wound!”

“What if there’s teeth embedded in her side?! We need to make sure!”

“Then get to checkin’!”

The group quickly got to work trying to save their Captain.

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 Everything sounded far away. Like I was wearing ear muffs but also was several rooms away from a loud party. I tried opening my eyes but even that was too much effort. My body felt like it was hit by a train. I tried to focus on what I could hear, since that was the only thing I could do.

I think I’m in my room. I hear Max. I heard Parvati. I think I hear Felix. My hearing is starting to get less muffled.

I think I hear Felix ask how I’m doing. Someone feels my forehead. I think it’s Parvati, her hands are calloused from all the work she does.  She says my fever has gone down. Felix sighs in relief. I hear a chair pull up and someone grabs my hand, holds it. I think it’s Max. Parvati and Felix’s voices are gone now. It’s just Max.

“Why did you have to go alone?” I can barely hear him when he says this.

“Law… I will do anything you want. Anything you name it. Just let her be okay.” He lifts my hand and kisses it. He presses his forehead against my hand and just stays like that for a while. I hear him quietly cry. I want to let him know I’m okay but my body doesn’t listen. Even moving a finger seems impossible. But I’ve already beaten the impossible. I was revived on a 28% chance of survival. I needed to let Max know I’m okay.

I muster up all the strength I have, and it’s not a lot, and by some act of God or Law or whoever, I lightly squeeze his hand. Max snaps his head up and I know he’s looking at me, searching my face for a sign of life. I try my luck again, and I squeeze his hand again, weaker this time, but I manage. Max gasps lightly and lets out the breath of air he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Don’t ever go alone again.” He simply says. He kisses my forehead and I fall back asleep.

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 The next time I gain consciousness I’m alone. But this time I’m able to open my eyes and move. My side is killing me, my throat is dry, and I’m starved. I slowly try to sit up, swinging my legs off the side of my bed. The thing about being in space is you never really know what time it is. We’re not on Roseway anymore. I wonder if we’re in orbit or had left entirely.

 I try to stand. With the help of the chair by my bedside, I’m able to. My legs are wobbly but I’m able to keep my balance. I’ve had to have been out for days. I slowly make my way over to my door but I stop at the stairs. I really want to know where everyone is but I don’t know if I can manage the stairs. It’s only 3 steps but in the state I’m in, it might as well be 30. I decide to try to step down when the door opens to reveal Max, holding some food.

We stare at each other for what feels like forever. All the feelings crashing into us like waves at sea. I must have leaned forward too much as I start to fall forward. But I don’t hit the floor. Max catches me with ease, at the expense of the snacks he had brought for me. He holds me to his chest, but he soon is clutching me. Trying to make sure I’m real and standing in front of him. I hear his heart racing and his breathing waver. I nuzzle into his neck as a way to bring him back from his racing thoughts.

“Are you okay?” He breaks the silence. I nod against his shoulder. He slowly lifts me up and brings me back to my bed. I reluctantly let go of him when he sits on the edge of my bed.

“How does your side feel?” He lifts up the loose shirt I’m wearing to make sure there’s no bleed through.

“I’m fine.” I croak out. Right, throat is still dry.

“Let me get you something to drink.” He says, he quickly leaves the room and comes back with a cup of water, and also the snacks he dropped. He gives me the cup and I drink it slowly, not wanting to choke. I hand him the cup back.

“You really gave us a scare.” He says, looking at his hands. I look at him and sigh.

“I’m sorry. Damn Rapt came out of nowhere and then my gun jammed—“ Max looks up and there’s tears in his eyes. I shut my mouth and lean forward and pull him into a hug. He hugs me tight, making sure he doesn’t hurt my side. I rub his back. I hear him chuckle and pull away, confused.

“Look at me, you’re the one that was at death’s door and I’m the one in tears.” He wipes his tears away.

“It’s okay to feel that way, though.” I reach for his hand, squeezing it. “How long have I been out?”

“Almost a week.”

“A WEEK?!” I gape.

“Rapt saliva is quite hard to work out of the bodies system. Plus Nyoka found some medication to keep you sedated so you wouldn’t try to move or do anything while healing.” Max said, sheepishly.

“I mean, that’s for the best. I would have wanted to go hunt down that rapt and show him whose boss.” I chuckle and lay back down. Max brushes hair out of my face and caress’ me.

 “Are we going to address the elephant in the room?” I ask. Sometime the direct approach is the best. Max’s face grows pink, but he nods.

“How long have you had the hots for your Captain, Preacher Man?” I say, smirking. Max rolls his eyes at the name, but is smiling.

“It’s hard to tell. It feels like I’ve known you for a lifetime. Your courage and confidence drew me in, but your good heart and honesty were the real kicker. I do hope that this doesn’t cause any issues with me being on this ship. I understand if you would like me to return to Edgewa—“ Max’s words were hushed when I kissed him.

I pulled away to see his expression. Max was wide eyed and speechless.

“Now Max, did it ever occur to that perhaps I may like you back? Perhaps Captain also had the hots for Preacher Man?” Max smiled and pulled me into another kiss. This one deeper. I rested my hand on the side of his neck, pulling him more into the kiss. I started to lean back onto the bed when Max pulled away, concern on his face.

“I don’t want us to get ahead of ourselves, you’re still healing, remember?”

“Max, I haven’t gotten laid in over 70 years.” I pleaded. Max seemed hesitant still.

“If anything hurts, we stop.” Max stated. I nodded excitedly and grabbed him by the collar of his robes and crashed my lips against his.

Max rested one hand on the bed for support and the other on my cheek, his legs still hanging off the side of the bed. I rested a hand against his chest and the other around his neck. His lips left mine and kissed down the side of my jaw, down to my neck. I groaned lightly, and Max pulled away.

“Did that hurt?” He asked, worried.

“Max, I was moaning.” I said, flatly. He whispered “Oh” and went back to kissing my neck. I smiled to myself. He was such a goofball.

I slowly dragged my hand down his chest, down to his stomach, and then to the front of his pants. I rubbed his hard on through his pants. At that point he had stopped kissing my neck and was panting into my shoulder. I used my other hand and guided him back to my mouth so we could continue kissing. The kiss was very deep, as if he was trying to distract himself from me palming him through his pants.

Max’s free hand snaked its way up my shirt and started to massage my chest, rubbing my nipple with his thumb. I opened my mouth at the sudden feeling and Max pulled my lower lip into his mouth.

At this point, I just wanted to make Max feel good and loved, so I decided to unbutton the front of his pants and slide my hand into the front of his boxers. Max groaned when I ran my thumb over the tip, precum leaking out. Max slowly reached for my hand and pulled it away.

“I want to focus on you for a bit.” He said. He looked at me for approval to continue.

 “Yes, Vicar.” I said breathily, batting my eyelashes. I could see his eyes glaze over with what could only be pure lust. He pressed his lips to mine and devoured me. He now was fully on top of me, shoes kicked off, pants half way down his thighs.

His hand ran up my thigh and stroked my pelvic bone, making me shiver. He slowly traced the hem of my shorts, pulling them down and off, dipping his hand in. His finger traced along my slit, dipping in a finger. He growled lowly at how wet I already was.

“Is this all for me?” He asked, kissing my neck. I nodded.

“Use your voice, Darling.” He said.

“Yes,” I breathed out.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Vicar.” And with that, he began to massage my clit with such precise motions.

I cried out from how great it felt. I hadn’t been pleasured like this in so long. I wasn’t the most experienced, even when I was on Earth. Max inserting another finger brought me back from my thoughts. I held onto his arms, my head pressed back into my pillows. He moved my shirt up so that my chest was exposed and pulled my nipple into his mouth.

I was just a moaning mess soon after. Max would pump a few fingers in and out and then go back to massage my clit. I was so close. My first orgasm in over 70 years was highly anticipated. I pulled Max’s mouth back up to mine and moaned into his mouth as I rode his fingers through my orgasm.

Max rested his forehead against mine as I came down from my high. Orgasms were definitely the same as I remembered. I looked up at him through my half lidded eyes and I must have looked a mess.

“Perhaps we should stop.” Max said. The way I looked at him must have said it all as nodded.

I sat up and stood. Max tried to stand too but I pushed him back down so that he was on his back, me hovering over him.

“Your turn now.” I said. Max tried to protest but I kissed him, hand returning to his hard on. I palmed him through his boxers for a moment before slipping my hand in, stroking him.

He pulled down his boxers so I would have better access, and I gladly started to him a few more long strokes before I scooted down the bed.

Max’s eyes rolled back into his head when I licked a long strip up his dick. He gripped the bed sheets in his hand, white knuckled. I took him into my mouth and began to bob up and down. One hand found the back of my head and lightly gripped my hair. His hips began to press upwards as I would bob down. Max moaned as I ran a hand up and down his thigh.

“Darling, if we are to continue further, you must stop your beautiful movements.” Max said, clearly on the edge. I licked one last strip before looking at him. His hair was pressed to his forehead with sweat, cheeks flushed. He was so beautiful.

“If you don’t mind, I would prefer you be on the bottom, I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” He said. I shrugged and switched places with Max.

Max took his shirt off, and then mine. He was toned underneath his holy garb. I admired his body until he climbed on top of me and I looked at him. The way he looked at me took my breath away. I don’t think I’ve ever been looked at with such love.

He kissed me again as he rubbed himself along my slit. We both groaned at the feeling. He slowly entered me and I groaned loudly. He buried his head into my shoulder as he began to pump in and out of me slowly. The bed creaked with the movements, and I prayed that no one else was happening to be passing by my room. I’m sure everyone knew what was happening since Max had been gone so long now, but you didn’t need anyone to hear it.  

“Oh Law, you feel so amazing.” Max moaned into my ear. I ran my nails gently down his back. The sound of skin on skin filled the room.

“Oh, Vicar…” He was hitting all the right places. Something about being called Vicar was really turning him on. He started to thrust deeper, bottoming out. He began to kiss me again, while he snaked his hand between us and began to rub my clit.

I could feel another orgasm coming. His fingers were like magic.

I clenched around him, crying out again, moaning his name over and over.

Max began to pick up his pace, chasing after his own release.

He kissed me harshly as he came, painting my walls white. His thrusts were erratic as he came down.

He rested his head against mine as we breathed hard. He kissed my nose before pulling out, I could feel his cum leaking. He laid beside me and I cuddled into him. We stayed like that for a while before I spoke.

“So, what are we then?” I asked, suddenly nervous. I had definitely used for just sex before, but I didn’t care since I didn’t want to have a relationship. But now? I didn’t want to lose Max.

“If you’ll have me, Captain, I will be by your side until the end of my days.” Max said. I looked into his eyes to find sincerity. I cried for the first time in a long time. Max alarmingly held me and rocked me until I calmed down.

“Sorry, I just haven’t been like, loved for real, in a long time.” I said, embarrassed.

“It’s okay. I can’t wait to shower you with all the love you deserve.” Max said. The water works were about to happen again when a loud bang rang out in the room from the door. Max and I froze in place.

“Are y’all done in there? We have places to go and bits to earn!” Nyoka’s voice rang out.

“Nyoka! I just got laid for the first time in 70 years, give a bitch a break!” I yelled back. I could hear Nyoka groan in disgust and walk off.

“I suppose I should shower since I haven’t in a week.” I said, standing slowly, legs feeling like jelly. Max rose from the bed and kissed me.

“I think I better help you with that. Don’t want you to hurt yourself.” He winked, and now it was my turn to roll my eyes.  

[vicarfelix]

Pressing Matters

Vicar Max x Fem! Captain

Word Count: 1,731

Warnings: Language.

“Wouldn’t you like to get changed for bed?”

The Captain stared at the ceiling of her bunk. Her eyes gazed over the bolts and screws that held all the pieces together to create the bed in her cabin. The mattress was soft underneath her, and offered her muscles relief from all the walking/running she had done on uneven terrain earlier that day. Her right hand and fingers were still rather stiff from where she had gripped her gun and held it close to herself pretty much the entire day. 

Gorgon had been heavy on her mind for the last week, and that place was enough to fry anybody’s nerves. The strung out marauders, the massive primals, the overly aggressive canids...it was a bit much for her to handle. Marauders had been an issue from the moment she stepped out of her pod onto Terra 2. At first, she didn’t give them much thought considering that everyone else seemed to be used to them.

But when she found out that there was a serious reason for how marauders came out, it suddenly became very personal.

Truth be told, the Captain wasn’t sure how to feel about the severed arm that was delivered to her ship. Lucky Montoya didn’t exactly sound like someone she would’ve associated herself with pre-hibernation...although, she also never would’ve imagined herself to end up romantically involved with a priest who had a dark past and was significantly older than her.

She wasn’t sure if completing Lucky’s mission was something she wanted to do. She relied heavily on her crew’s insight and input before she made any decisions. After some contemplation, the Captain decided that it was worth their time in the end.

Gorgon was a shit hole of an asteroid. While it was rather stunning from orbit, and the natural resources on it were gorgeous too, it was the manmade things that made it go to waste.

The marauders on Gorgon were nothing like the ones Jade and her crew had encountered on Terra 2 or Monarch. The marauders on Gorgon were either small and insanely quick, or beyond large and could pack a hard punch. The Captain had wasted more bullets trying to put out one giant marauder on Gorgon than she had trying to take out a whole mess of them outside of Edgewater.

It wasn’t long before she discovered that Adrena-Time (a drug that she had admittedly used once or twice), was a key factor and the foundation of this entire mission. Adrena-Time was a project/drug that Spacer’s Choice had poured bucket loads of money into. A drug intended to boost productivity and guarantee success surely was going to make them billions of bits. 

It was merely a science project full of failed experiments with lethality and fatal consequences. She would never be able to unsee and unhear the things she had been exposed to. It was beginning to take a toll on her mental health, and everyone had noticed. She now went straight to her quarters when they returned in the evenings, and her crew didn’t see her again until it was time to go again the following morning. All except for Max of course, who was growing more worried about his lover with each day that passed. In the last week, she had seen more sickening sights than she wanted to for a lifetime. 

And she wasn’t even halfway through with the job.

The Captain’s disturbing thoughts were interrupted when her door hissed open, only for it to whir shut when her boyfriend entered. Max’s toned upper body and torso was exposed to her, the towel wrapped around his waist being the only barrier keeping her from seeing all of him. His usually neatened hair was damp as it fell in messy tufts on his forehead. 

He grinned at his beloved captain who was spread out on her bed, still clad in the clothes she had adventured in all day. She had only gone as far to remove her shoes, since she definitely didn’t want to track whatever the hell she had stepped in onto her clean sheets. She was temporarily distracted, a smirk appearing on her face.

“Do you always walk around my ship practically naked?” She addressed Max.

The low chuckle that vibrated from his chest sent a rush of serotonin through her, her heart leaping at the noise.

“Only when my captain has stolen all of my shirts out of my cabin.” Max joked, referring to the stack of clothes in Jade’s large bin in the corner of her room.

The Captain had a habit of wearing Max’s shirts around the ship. She almost never remembered to return them, which often left Max’s wardrobe confined to her quarters. 

“Oops. I’m so sorry, honey. I just-”

“No, no. Don’t apologize,” Max purred as he leaned down to peck her lips, gripping the edge of his towel to keep it from falling; “You look better in my stuff than I do.”

That was one thing that Max had noticed in the last several days. Jade had been very apologetic for menial things, and even things that weren’t her fault. She seemed distant, always lost in thought. Her behavior had been completely different, and Max wished to know why. Her eyes didn’t follow Max the way they usually did when she knew Max was about to change.

She wasn’t a shy person, and she never failed to hungrily rake over her boyfriend’s naked frame when he was getting dressed. But now she just kept her pupils trained on the bed frame above her, her attention only half on Max. 

“Hey, love?” Max called to her, stepping into a pair of his clean sweats.

The Captain turned and craned her head to look back at the vicar, her eyes wide with curiosity. 

“Wouldn’t you like to get changed for bed?” Max asked; “You look uncomfortable.”

She only nodded, shifting herself so she could stand from her bed. She stripped herself of her jacket, shirt, and pants, leaving her in her tank top and underwear. Max watched as she silently went through her nighttime routine, picking up her boots that had been discarded on the floor and setting them by the door as always. She was doing all the things she normally did, but something was off.

Max approached her and took her hand once she had set her weapon of choice for the day on the desk, forcing her to look at him. She looked up into his light brown eyes, and that’s when he really saw it. 

All the hurt, stress, worry, and pressure that she had been holding in was suddenly very clear to him. He wanted her to talk to him. He wanted to be there for her. His large, calloused hand came up to the side of her face, cradling her cheek. 

“What’s the matter, darling?” Max hummed out.

She sighed heavily, guilt riddling her gut. She didn’t want to burden him with this. If she was being honest, the Captain felt guilt quite often for dragging her crew through the majority of the things she did. Saving Halcyon had been bestowed onto the Captain, not her crew. She often felt like they were around because they didn’t have a choice.

But for some reason that was unfathomed to her, they were all still around despite everything they had gone through.

Max, though, always seemed to get a heavier load than everyone else. Her relationship with him was different. They adored one another. They loved each other. At the end of every day, Max got to hear the Captain’s side of things. Her train of thought and how her mind worked when she had to make an authoritative decision. Max swore up and down that he never minded listening to her vent, but she couldn’t help but feel bad.

“I’m just tired.” She half-lied turning away from him and crawling back into bed.

She extended her arm, an invitation for him to join her. He obliged, but he didn’t drop the conversation.

“Is that all?” Max prompted, allowing her to snuggle up to him; “I’m here if you want to talk about something else.”

The Captain sighed again. She hated to do this, but Max was stubborn and wouldn’t stop asking until he got it out of her.

“It’s this Gorgon business,” She explained; “It’s bugging me.”

“Understandable. It’s different from any of the other jobs we’ve done.” Max noted, wrapping his arm around her body.

“I just feel like the deeper we get into this, the more complicated and the worse it gets.” The Captain expressed, her voice small.

Max kissed her temple. He could tell she was struggling with this, and he wanted to comfort her as best as he could.

“It’s normal that you’re troubled by this,” Max replied; “Is there something specifically that is unsettling to you?”

The Captain’s shoulders tensed and she buried herself closer to him. She figured as long as he was there, she didn’t have to feel the effects of everything. 

“Those labs, Max...” She hushed out; “All the experiments. The drugs. The dead bodies.”

Her voice cracked in a way that he hadn’t heard before. It wasn’t a crack that was like she was on the verge of tears or flooded with fury. 

What she had seen today had absolutely haunted her.

“How did something go so wrong? How couldn’t they stop the moment they knew it wasn’t going right?” She continued.

Max sucked in a breath. He was sure that everyone on the crew had asked themselves the same things. But Max knew that his beloved captain took things harder than everyone else. 

“I wish I had an answer. This entire colony is...a mess. But what we’re doing...what you’re doing is going to help set things right,” Max responded; “And I’m damn proud of you for it.”

The Captain laughed appreciatively, kissing his jawline with a soft smile.

“I know this has been hard, but this will be behind us soon. I’ll be here for you through it all,” Max added on; “I love you.”

“I love you, Max.” The Captain returned.

She caught his lips in a searing kiss, the first real kiss they had shared in days. Max hummed under her, his arms coming to find her waist as he praised his captain that he loved so dearly.

“There’s my girl.”

[storytimewithcort]

Waking Up

Waking Up

Fandom: The Outer Words

Basic Summary: Max wakes up after the first night he and his Captain sleep together and ruminates about the sky, destiny, and his Captain of course. 

Pairing: Vicar Max x Fem reader/OC

Warnings: Kisses need to be warned? a bit of cuddling, implication of additional smut. They are totally naked the whole story, but they’re covered up. I just want to acknowledge it. 😃

 A/n: I have been determined to finish a story, I have so many WIPs it’s embarrassing. I haven’t been able to finish a story in forever. I sat down to write something else and then word vomited this story instead. I like it, but it isn’t at all how I expected it to go. The Captain’s name is Ceony. I love her.

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Max awoke that morning much like every other morning on the Unreliable. He always seemed to wake up facing the window in his quarters. He rather enjoyed the beauty of it.  Most mornings he marveled at the dark, infinite space beyond the window. The floating rocks that seemed undisturbed by the inky vacuum of space, or the vast colors and cosmic rainbows of nearby planets’ atmospheres. He felt like a small speck adrift in the emptiness. It was so frighteningly beautiful, yet comforting, in its infinity. 

This morning however quickly proved to be quite different. As he moved to roll over, he found something blocking him. There was another person in his bed spooning up to his back. 

Ah yes. The captain, he remembered. Last night was quite...unexpected, but not unwanted. In fact, in the moment, there was nothing in all the galaxies he wanted more. He recalled how she looked at him and whispered, "Are you sure?" Her lips were slightly chapped from Monarch's dry air, hair both matted and stuck up after removing her helmet. A large but faded bruise span across her left shoulder to the base of her neck from a mantiqueen that was just a second faster than her dodge, and a small acid burn scar sat just above the low neckline of her tank top. She looked an absolute mess, and yet, the single most beautiful person he'd ever seen. "Yes. Absolutely." Was all he said and she was in his arms immediately.

He could barely believe it even happened. If she wasn't still sleeping in his bed, he'd have a hard time accepting he just slept with his captain. Ceony was essentially his boss. He hadn't thought himself the type of man to break such a social taboo. 'Your employer' had to be on every list of people you should not have sex with. And yet, he realized, it didn't feel taboo at all. It felt…natural, it felt right, it felt...destined. 

However, he didn't believe in destiny anymore. The Plan was a fallacy. And certainly if it was real, it wouldn't allow him such a wonderful woman in his bed. His sins were too high.

Still, she was in his bed. She was sleeping soundly, pressed as close to his back as she could manage, with one arm wrapped around his waist. He smiled at the idea that maybe she slept more soundly by his side. His first few mornings on the Unreliable were met with Ceony complaining how she couldn't seem to sleep well since being thawed out. If spooning him gave her some amount of needed relaxation he was honored to provide for her. The little noises she made in her sleep were more than enough payment. 

Max didn't want to disturb her, but he pushed her away enough to roll over and face her. She mumbled softly before snuggling up to him again. He couldn't stop the surge of adoration he felt seeing how snuggly she was. He knew she was a soft heart beneath the rough exterior, but a cuddler? That surprised him for a moment, until he remembered how long she'd been without physical comforts. Even if she was asleep for those seventy odd years, her body must have registered the loneliness of being locked away for so long. Lucky for her, he found himself in a rather indulgent mood. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head gently. He was content to lay here with her for as long as possible. 

Long as possible, it turns out, was a very short amount of time. 

Three knocks rattled his door. "Good morning Mr. Max, uh...I hope I'm not waking you." Parvati called out, soundly slightly unsure if she should have knocked at all. As far as Max was concerned, she shouldn't have. 

"What is it Miss Holcomb?" Wincing at how loud his voice was so close to his sleeping captain. 

"Well, have you seen the Captain? She said she'd go into Byzantium with me this morning and I can't seem to find her." He could practically hear Parvati twisting her hands nervously. "Oh she didn't go out without me did she?" 

He glanced down to Ceony, debating internally if he should wake her, but it wasn't needed. Her eyes were open and she was looking up at him. "Good morning Max." she whispered. 

"Good morning Captain" he responded in a quieter version of how he greeted her every morning. He felt his heart thud loudly when she smiled so sweetly at him in return. "Should I let miss Holcomb know you're here?"  

She does not answer, per say, instead leaning toward to kiss him softly. Her kiss was so tentative that he found himself wanting to reassure her. As she pulled back from the kiss he surged back to her, reconnecting their lips. He smiled against her lips as he weaved a hand through her hair. He held her to him hoping this caress would relay all of his blossoming feelings for her. After a moment Ceony hummed into the kiss, her confidence blooming and she deepened the kiss and moved even closer to intertwine their legs. Their kiss felt like a conversation all it's own. 

Perhaps this was her way of answering his question with a question of her own. The tentative, will he kiss me back? Does he want me still? Are we a couple or will we never speak of this again? 

So of course he answered with his own kiss, I'll kiss you as much as you like, I might just want you every day for the rest of my life, I'll tell if you tell. 

Parting from her, even to breathe, was a travesty, but it was worth it when Ceony called out, "Hey, P! I'm so sorry I'm running late. I had a late night here with Max. How about I meet you by ADA in fifteen minutes, alright?" He couldn't explain the amount of pride that flowed through him as she snuggled back to him. Kissing his collar bone contentedly, "Guess you got yourself a girlfriend, Maximilian. Want to celebrate with a quickie?" 

He's pretty certain that Parvati tripped over her words in shock as she agreed to the Captain's request. However, he didn't pay any attention. He was far too busy pulling Ceony back to his lips. He rolled them both over so he was laying over her. How convenient they were both still naked. They didn't have much time after all. 

Max always had thought the infinite darkness of space was beautiful. He's convinced now that the most beautiful entity in the galaxy is his Captain as she writhes beneath him panting his name like a montra, her legs hooked around his hips, her finger rubbing herself as he slides so perfectly in and out of her with a passion he hadn't thought himself capable of. But Ceony had always had a magical way of pushing him past his perceived limits. And Law, he was forever thankful for that. For her. 

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Thanks!

[floral-and-fine]

Half of a Whole part 2

Vicar Maximillian Desoto x fem reader

PART 1

Summary: Soulmate AU in which soulmates can communicate by writing messages on their skin.

Warnings: smut

A/n: Not sure how I feel about it, but its fun!

Tagging: @rusticup​

Max’s heart was racing, his palms were sweaty, and his head was spinning. He wasn’t sure what to do next… Even though only a few seconds had passed since his reply, he felt as though he couldn’t wait a full minute.

He had to know immediately if his speculation was correct. It had to be more than coincidence, right? Their paths led them to each other. They were meant to be together. She was frozen for 70 years, because him and her were destined to fall in love.

Without thinking, he headed towards the captain’s quarters, but as he arrived in front of her door, he was at a loss.

What should he say? What should he do?

Here he was standing at her door without a shirt on, hand bloody, and drawing a blank. There was too much he wanted to tell her.

Should he start by declaring his love for her? Or his excitement that he has finally found his soulmate? Should he share how much he feared to lose her?

Suddenly, the door flung open and the captain practically charged straight into Max, if it hadn’t been for his quick reflexes. Without thinking he stopped her by taking a hold of her shoulders.

Neither of them uttered a word, they just stared at each other wide eyed, as a million questions and thoughts swirled around in their heads.

Max swallowed thickly, his captain looked so perfect in his eyes. There were no words to express his elation or to summarize how he was feeling.

“Fuck it,” he muttered under his breath.

Max’s grip on her shoulders tightened, as he pulled her closer. His lips finding hers immediately. Without hesitation, y/n kissed him back, her fingers entwined in his hair.  The kiss was sloppy and desperate, both of them had dreamed of this moment.

Before parting, Max lingered a moment longer just to savor the feeling of her lips on his. Slowly, he released his grip from her shoulders, his arms falling to his side.

“Max,” she whispered. “There’s just so much I want to say.” Her hand reached for his, but she pulled it away when she realized it was wet. Y/n’s eyes widened, “you’re bleeding!”

“It’s nothing to worry about-“ Max started nonchalantly, but was ignored as y/n practically dragged him into her quarters.

“I’ve got bandages over here,” she explained. “Have a seat.”

He followed orders and sat on her bed as she returned with a first aid in hand. She knelt down and took his injured hand carefully cleaning his wound.

Y/n could feel Max’s eyes watching her every move. He was always a rather observant person, but she had never been so aware of how closely he watched her. Her eyes flickered to him for a brief moment and darted back to his hand, bashfully.

“Stop that,” she commanded.

“Stop what?”

“Looking at me like that,” she said quickly, gesturing to his face while still focusing on bandaging his hand.

“And how exactly am I looking at you?” Max asked, not hiding how much he enjoyed watching her squirm.

“Like-like I’m food or something!” She explained exasperatedly, making him smile.

“I can’t help it,” He said in a low tone. “I’m dying to taste more of you.”

Y/n froze in place, her face burning.

Max smirked, “Didn’t think you’d be so easy to fluster, Captain.”

“You’re the one not playing fairly,” she scolded, getting up and putting the first aid kit on the desk.  “Showing up at my door half naked, hair wet, looking absolutely sexy...”

“Well, that can easily be fixed,” he chuckled, standing up and walking towards her. “I definitely know one way we can even out the playing field.”

He tugged at her shirt, pulling it over her head. “See, now we’re both half naked.”

She shook her head, before wrapping her arms around his neck. “Now what were you saying earlier about tasting?”

Max leaned down capturing her lips again. This kiss was more tender than the last. Taking their time, they’re lips moving with more intention rather than just raw emotion and passion.

“I’ve wanted this so badly,” he murmured against her skin, lightly leaving a trail of kisses along her collar bone.

“Me too,” y/n confessed. She pushed Max towards the bed and climbed onto his lap. Her hands explored his chest, feeling his muscle tense underneath her feathery touch.

Max growled as she bit and sucked on the side of his neck. His hands rubbed her sides, feeling how smooth and soft her skin was.

Dipping his head down, Max flicked his tongue around one of her nipples before taking it between his teeth. He bit down with just enough force to draw a loud moan from his captain, who grinded her hips against his in response.

They repositioned so y/n was laying on the bed. She made quick work of her bottoms, sliding them down and off of her legs.

“I need you,” she whispered, inviting him to touch her.

“It’s my pleasure to serve,” Max said as his fingers glided over her abdomen and down between her legs. His ring and middle finger slipped between her lower lips, stroking her folds lightly at first before adding more pressure.

Y/n whimpered and rutted against his hand as he teased her clit, pressing down against the bundle of nerves.

Slowly, he moved his fingers lower, circling around her cunt before pushing his middle inside. Her walls felt so warm and velvety, tightening around his digit. Max hummed, feeling her become wetter as he fingered her slowly.

“More,” she gasped, as he added another digit. His speed picked up, moving fingers faster. Her back arched off the bed as he curled his fingers hitting just the right spot.

“Don’t cum just yet,” Max tutted, removing his hand from her pussy. He positioned himself between her legs, and lowered his pants releasing his cock.

He pumped his member a few times, and gave it one tight squeeze causing a dribble of precum to leak from the tip. He’s never wanted another person more. His cock throbbed in anticipation.

Max guided his tip to her entrance and with a quick jerk of his hips, he fully plunged his cock inside of her. As much as he wanted this to last, he simply couldn’t hold back. Moving his hips, Max started fucking her relentlessly.

Y/n mewled dragging her nails down his back. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt such pleasure. It had been so long since she had been fucked with such passion and intensity.

She cried out, her hands balled into fists gripping the sheets tightly as she came. Max bit his lip as her moist cunt spasmed around his cock.

He moved his hands to her ass lifting her hips up off of the mattress. “You feel so good,” he moaned, his pace picking up as he fucked her deeper and harder.  “Fuck.”

His nails dug into her ample flesh, his teeth clenched, and with one final thrust he came deep inside of her.

Still hovering over her, Max panted, his eyes taking in the sight of his captain laying breathlessly beneath him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and smiled.

“I love you,” he whispered. He kissed her temple, then cheek, before nuzzling against the nape of her neck.

“I love you too,” she cooed, running her fingers through his hair.

“I can’t express how happy I am that it was you this whole time,” Max sighed, inhaling deeply and taking in her scent. “You were definitely worth waiting for.”

Y/n giggled as his stubble tickled her neck. “Don’t tell me you’re going soft?” She joked, prodding his chest playfully.

Laying back, Max felt absolutely content. “Me? Soft? Never. Especially not with this train wreck of a crew.”

His smile suddenly faltered and his brow furrowed at the thought of the others. God, he could practically hear all their idiotic remarks already.

“How long do you think it’ll take them to figure out that we're an item?”

Y/n laughed, snuggling against his chest, “Oh man, Felix and Ellie are going to give you so much grief!”

Max groaned, burying his face in her hair, “I can handle those two. I’m still far more clever and wittier than both of  them combined.”

“That you are! y/n praised, closing her eyes, “It’s one of the many things I love about you.”

“Oh?” Max questioned.

“That and your remarkable ego and disdain for others,” she added. “I’m so happy it was you, Max.”

“Me too.”

[psybrepunk]

What kinda fanfic do you write? 👀👀

Well I mostly find myself writing smut which I'm fairly embarrassed about but it's just that I don't read a ton of fanfiction that isn't smut (or fluff when I'm just that desperate for character feels and can't find enough smut for the character I'm fixated on). I do intend to get around to writing some non-smut though, since as aforementioned the smut writing makes me feel hella self-conscious, even though I enjoy it.

Characters I currently feel comfortable/interested in writing about:

Nick Valentine (Fallout 4)

Vicar Maximilian DeSoto (The Outer Worlds)

Sandor Clegane/The Hound (Game of Thrones/ASOIAF)

Garrus Vakarian (Mass Effect)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

My own OC, Sienn i-Terrha t'Lovok

I only have one fanfic posted to AO3, Is There Any Machine You Can't Charm?, it's a wireplay Nick Valentine x Sole Survivor fic with two published chapters that I haven't finished and I have no idea if/when I will.

Current WIPs/ideas of mine that do not appear anywhere yet are:

A nearly-complete M!Sole Survivor reader insert x Nick Valentine wireplay/smut one-shot. [NSFW]

I have too many ideas for Sandor Clegane x reader/OC one-shots, but I can't decide what perspective to write them in yet. [NSFW]

A series of short chapters about my TOW OC, Captain Adrian Augustine, warming up to/falling in love with/totally boinking Vicar Max. They'll bond over old books, good whiskey, a general inability to relate to the rest of the crew, "incense." Chapters will cover pre- and post-Scylla Max. I also intend to use this fic to explore what cryogenically-induced dissociative amnesia would be like, which has me trying to decide if I ought to write in first person or third person. [SFW to NSFW]

I keep thinking about writing a little something about Nick Valentine encountering an injured crow that turns out to be one of the Institute's synthetic corvids. [SFW]

And then there's Sienn t'Lovok, Romulan/Human hybrid and rehabilitated Borg drone, an OC I made a decade ago but is still the only OC I've ever made that I truly like, so I want to begin rewriting some of my older work and add to it (the writing wasn't bad for se but you can tell I was 13 lol). I keep meaning to do one of those OC questions sheets for her but I keep not getting around to it. I would also really love if anyone were interested in drawing her for me. But I don't have any money so I don't know what to offer in return for such a thing. I think today I'll write up some info about her to post. [SFW]

Welp that's everything, sorry that turned out super long lol. Anyone feel free to ask me anything!

[clonesupport]

Liars Aren't So Easily Forgiven

vicar max x f!reader

word count: +3.9k

warnings: 18+, NSFW, p in v sex, unprotected sex, hate fucking/angry sex(but it's also technically makeup sex👀), choking, biting/marking, drinking/alcohol use, max gets slapped in the face, some dom max(a shocking turn of events for me lol), creampie, pre-established relationship(but y'all been on a little break), porn without plot, smut under the cut

a/n: so....hate fucking makeup sex in that fallbrook apartment after some time post going to see chaney and getting mad at max for lying and putting the relationship on hold for some time cuz you were upset?👀👀👀hehehehehe i think yes, god i finally finished one of my too many drafts TwT

You were fed up, enough has inconvenienced you on this Law forsaken moon and now the man you trusted the most had revealed his ugly lie. Even though it's been over a week now that Max had used you, he lied to you, betrayed your trust just to get what he wanted, you were still more than angry. Every time you passed him in the halls of the Unreliable, the tension would seethe from your being like toxic vapour. Every time you'd talk about mission plans, the moment Max would try to add an opinion to the mix your glare looked like it could choke him out with a single glance. You often passively aggressively dismissed him, asking someone else to come along with you instead of him.

Max didn't like being side lined, as a matter of fact he hated it, it was a reminder that he fucked up. He'd apologized, begged for his captain's forgiveness though you seemed to have simply brushed it off, clearly not forgiving him quite yet. He felt the guilt of his actions every day when he'd see you, in the way you ignored him. Along with guilt was a tinge of anger, something he was trying to bury beneath the sorrow of doing you wrong. He knew he had no right to be angry with you though you had every right to be upset at him. He simply didn't like to be dismissed the way he was being dismissed, brushed off like dust the way you brushed him off. Annoyance lingered beneath his cover, an irritancy gnawing away at him like acid on skin.

He did however miss when you'd spend time with him, he missed talking and joking with you, he missed you. During one evening while everyone was having the night off for some well needed rest, Max followed you into town. He wanted try and make amends, shove aside his peeved arrogance for once and try to at least come to an understanding of sorts. He didn't want to stay in this limbo of being ignored, especially not by you.

You walk down the main road of Fallbrook, stopping by the general store before heading back to your rented room with a full case of algae lager. Having a rough day on top of a rough week and troubles with your lover isn't quite the way you wanted to spend your night off. It seems the only thing you can think of doing to release the stress is to drink it away, even though it would only work temporarily if at all. But with everything going on, you needed a break.

You sat on the edge of the bed, placing the case of lagers next to you on the floor before grabbing one and popping it open. Taking a few big swigs, you sigh as if you finally have a moment to catch a break alone as you down the rest of your bottle. You weren’t going easy on yourself tonight, "Well, drink to forget." you meekly toast to yourself before placing the empty bottle back into its case and grabbing another. Just as you down another sip of lager you hear a knock on the door. "For fucks sake," you curse tiredly, you get up from the bed and reach the front door, "who the hell could-" The door slides open to reveal a particularly weary vicar.

"Max…" You sighed, you didn't want to get upset at him, if anything you didn't have the energy for it tonight. It's been a while since you last said his name let alone interacted with him. Turning away from him you go back to sit on the bed, leaving the door open. "What do you want?" Your question sounded more punctual than questioning, as if impatient to hear him answer and leave. You look back at him with that familiar glare as you take another swig of lager. Max watches you hesitantly before taking a careful step into the apartment, closing the door behind him.

"I…I wanted to see if you were ok." The words came out of his mouth before he could think, as if all the things he practiced to say to you had just been wiped from memory. He hears you sigh once more answering him with a curt 'I’m fine.' before taking another sip. ‘Well she hasn't kicked me out yet so that's progress.' Max thought, he took another few steps closer before you shot him a warning look, pausing him in his steps. "I wanted to apologize."

"You've already apologized." You cut him short. You weren't interested in another pleading apology from him, that's not what you wanted. Quite frankly you didn't know what you wanted from him, but a simple 'talk it out like buddies' wasn't something you were going to be able to do with him any time soon. You were 1.5 drinks in and were already starting to feel a little warmth tingle your cheeks from the alcohol.

"Look, Max, if you're here to have a heart to heart it's not gonna happen ‘cuz, well.." you raise the bottle in your hand for him to see. You see him shift his weight, he sends you a quick purse of his lips as a smile of understanding.

"I see." He stands there for a second, you could almost see the cogs in his head turning in thought. As if deciding, Max exhales a quick and quiet breath before coming to sit next to you on the other side of the beer case. You raise a brow in response waiting for his next move, but he doesn't say anything, instead he reaches for a bottle. He swiftly opens the cap, sinking back the bottle and downing half of its contents in a few seconds. That definitely caught you off guard, though you weren't going to complain, you'd much rather this than pouring your hearts out to each other while half tipsy.

"Never knew you drank beer." You mutter quietly to him before taking another swig. Max follows, sipping before speaking.

"Never really did." He said lowly, like he's cautious with every word he utters around you. You noticed how tense he was, though more nervous than angry, but mostly he seemed calm. You look back to your bottle in hand and grimace. You envied that calmness, how could he be so neutral in a time like this, when you've been making him feel like a piece of shit, ignoring him for days. How could that man still want to talk to you, hold his composure so well around you after you've given him the cold shoulder for a week. Why weren't you affecting him? Why couldn't you make him mad back just a smidge of what you felt?

"Fuck you." It slipped out before you could catch it, your words barely louder than a mumble but loud enough for him to hear. Max's nerves bubbled beneath his skin, he was trying to stay civil yet here you are spitting curses at him.

"Excuse me?" The vicar sounded taken aback, a tinge of annoyance in his question as if you've gravely offended him. As if he was daring you to repeat yourself, giving you a chance to apologize. You sigh once more, sitting yourself upright before repeating yourself louder this time.

"Fuck you." You stared straight at the wall. Max felt the subtle flames of anger within himself sputter to life upon your reassurance that he in fact did hear correctly. He watched as you continue to not acknowledge him while you waited for his reply, as if hoping he'd get upset, and boy was it working.

"Are you that fed up with yourself that you can't forgive me?" Max could begin to feel his anger rise, more and more with every second. Words were coming out of his mouth out of impulse, insults and defence flying out of him automatically. "I make one mistake and you think that gives you the right to be this fucking ignorant with me? Ignoring me like I'm not even there? You think that makes me feel better about what I did?"

"You think after a stunt like that you can just apologize and beg like a wounded dog back to me like it was nothing??" You finally look at him, your eyes were hard, your voice raised as you saw red at his ridiculous accusations. "You think I'm ignorant? What made you think you were a considerate person when you decided to use me, your girlfriend, to get what you wanted?!" You stood from your spot on the bed, stepping before Max as your voice became firmer. You took another gulp the last bit of lager before placing the empty bottle on a nearby table, "Next you're going to tell me you never even liked me in the first place." Your voice came out calmer this time, more disappointed in some false hope you might've had.

"Are you serious? You doubt me that much?" He sounded baffled. He couldn't believe you have managed to lose your trust in him completely, doubting everything the two of you might have had and everything that he was. Now it was his turn to sound more aggravated as his brows knitted together in frustration. "By the Architect you're delusional, what would make you think I'd be so cruel as to lead you on like that." Max stood, placing his bottle on the floor next to his feet before taking a step towards you, waving his arms in exasperation. "The first opportunity you get and you go and cast me out like a fucking pest." He hisses through gritted teeth, eyes piercing daggers towards you merely a foot away.

"Fuck you." You spit, hearing Max huff.

"You've said." He looked too smug, and you hated it.

Anger burned in your chest, his patronizing was the last thing you needed right now. That was the last straw, you raise your hand and before you could stop yourself, your hand comes flying across Max's face with a loud smack. Max takes a second to register what just happened before looking back at you with both a face full of shock and fury. Something in his eyes shimmered, dark and tempered, calculating what he was going to do next as the two of you stared each other down. 'He was always attractive when he was angry.' Your intrusive thoughts poked through for a split second. Law, you shouldn't even be thinking such things at the moment. Mentally scolding yourself, you fought every other thought trying to follow in the previous' footsteps.

You were frustrated, and without thinking you instantly close the distance between the two of you, grabbing Max by the jaw and pulling him into a brutal kiss. Your lips crushed against his, your combined anger seeping into the exchange. Max's hands comes up to grip your hips so tight your flesh stung beneath his finger nails as they dug into your skin though your shirt. He responded to the kiss just as fiercely as you initiated, forcing you closer by his hold and leaning into you as if to counter your previous first swing. The kiss itself felt like a fight, it was rough, messy, harsh. Nothing like any kiss the two of you have shared before.

You began to push him back, taking small steps as you continued to grip and pull at his shirt collar and hair. Knocking over the bottle Max had placed on the floor as his heels hit the back of the bed. You push him down to sit on the edge of the mattress as you strip yourself of your shirt and Max follows. The both of you throw your shirts elsewhere on the floor while Max's hands come to your waist, smoothing up your sides while squeezing tightly. A groan escapes him as he leans forward to connect his lips your abdomen. His eyes close while his hands make quick rid of your pants. You help kick off your pants in a hurry, placing your hands on his shoulders for balance.

Max is quick to loop his hands behind your thighs, standing while lifting you around his waist. He positions you properly in his arms, grunting with his movements as he walks towards the nearest table. He drops you on the counter roughly, clearing the surfaces contents with a single swipe of his arm. You start working on his belt, undoing his pants to pull out his already hard cock. "You fucking love this don't you," you smirk up at him, slowly stroking him in your hand, "the furious adrenaline pumping in your veins." His eyes glare down at you. Your other hand reaches up to grip the back of his neck harshly, pulling him down to you, "Admit it, you love getting pissed off at me." You antagonize him, smirking against his scowl.

"Fuck you." Max spat back at you.

"You're about to."

Max's hands push you down against the table then pulls you by the hips so your clothed cunt was in line with his erection. "Fucking smart ass." He grunted before grabbing his cock in his hands, sliding your underwear to the side. "Seems I'm not the only one." it was his turn to play smug, resting his hand on your pelvis as his thumb swipes over your slick folds. Your cunt was soaking, anticipating his touch with its silk. You squirmed beneath his touch, you were too fired up to be patient for his teasing and quite frankly so was he.

You were about to sit up, demand him to fuck you before you're forced back down by his hand to your throat. It wasn't a harsh grip but it was firm enough to move you whichever way he pleased which is exactly what he did. His hand moved down and splayed across your collar. He aligned his tip with your dripping cunt, using his thumb to guide himself into you, pushing in impatiently. The sting of his intrusion made you yelp out a moan, his head already stretching your hole deliciously. It's only been barely over a week without fucking him and it already felt like he was fucking you for the first time all over again. Only this time it was much rougher.

Max slid in quickly, stretching you almost unbearably before he bottomed out inside you. You barely had a moment to breathe before he started bucking into you, hitting your sweet spot much too easily. Choking on your breath, you let out a hoarse moan, reaching for his arm that still held you down. He rutted into you relentlessly, groaning through gritted teeth all the while keeping eye contact with you. The table banged against the wall with every hard thrust pumped into you. Your breasts bounced with each shock wave of force, your hands gripping his forearm as he eased more pressure against your chest.

Max could feel himself slowly lose every ounce of control much too quickly. It's been far too long since the last time he fucked you, he could barely see straight with the first few strokes. He could only feel the urge to fuck you harder and faster, to race as fast as he could to his release, to make you cum watch you writhe in pleasure. His head dropped down, his hair falling forward with it, his own pleasure coursing like magma through his veins. His pace was ruthless, his muscles easily tiring but never ceasing its movements as he listened to the squelches of your tight cunt wrapped around him. Your pussy swallowing his length with so much need as if you've truly been depriving yourself of any release in days out of anger for him. Your moans were even more sonorous than he remembered, Law has he missed the feeling of you, the sight of you, the sound.

His cock plowed into you, your voice stuttering with every thrust deep into your needy cunt. Your juices making it exceptionally easy for him to slide in and out, dragging along your insides just right to send your senses tingling. He was angled just right, perfectly hitting your pleasure points with every stroke, his head prodding your cervix harder and faster by the second. "Fuck, I've missed this." His voice is ragged while he focuses on your cunt. His hand travels from your collar down to your side to join his other, gripping you with a bruising clutch. He used your hips as leverage to fuck you harder, your whole body bouncing in time with his rhythm.

Max leans down, latching his mouth onto your shoulder, sucking your supple skin til it’s red and purple. His lips trail across your skin, growling with every nip and bite. Your breasts bounce against his chest which is now pressed against yours, his pubic bone grinding perfectly into your clit with his thrusts. Your hands reach around to grab at his back, raking your nails down his shoulder blades, feeling his muscles flex beneath your touch. His teeth grazed along your skin, his hot breath fanning across your chest.

You cup his cheeks, pulling him up to face you as your lips find his. His lips sloppily move against yours, his groans swallowed by your mouth as you drag his bottom lip between your teeth. You press yourself up against him, pushing yourself up on your elbows while you ease him up along with you. Max gets your message, standing back up as his pace falters a split second, watching as you sit yourself up. Grabbing him by the nape of the neck you pull him back to you, his chest pressing right back to yours while he adjusts himself. His thrusts angle upwards, moving closer to you while you devour his kisses with your own.

Your bodies were hot and sweaty, hearts pumping erratically, breaths melding with one another's. The edge of the table continuing to etch a dent in the wall as Max chased his release inside your cunt. You could feel your orgasm building, edging your nerves every few thrusts as your muscles tensed, anticipating its euphoria anxiously. Your free hand slides up his chest, nails dragging through his chest hair before clasping your fingers around his neck gently. "Make me cum." You commanded him firmly as you pull away from his kiss, your eyes meeting his in a fiery exchange. Your fingers tightening gradually as he follows your demand, his head falling forward.

"Yes." His voice strains a moment as he becomes drunk on the lack of blood pumping to his head. His hand weakly comes around to rub circles on your clit, sending pleasurable waves coursing through your body. His fingers are lazy as you continue to squeeze his jugulars, watching as his eyes cloud over, his brows furrow, his pace stutter. A moan shudders through him with one particularly hard thrust, his breath becomes fainter as he drowns in his pleasure before you release his neck. Max inhales, the blood rushing back through his head as he drops his forehead down to your shoulder. His hand and hips persist to please you, his cock throbbing inside your cunt as you squeeze around him.

His moans are becoming loud, matching the volume of yours as his fingers messily fiddle with your clit, edging you closer and closer to your climax. Your nerves are running wild, your pulse beating out of your chest while your body presses against Max's with every bouncing thrust. Biting onto the junction of his neck and shoulder, you stifle your moans into muffled whines, biting hard enough to bruise his skin. Max groans at your bite, the sting coursing down his body only to mix with the pleasure from your cunt was too much for him. You could feel him teeter on the edge of bliss. Your hand snakes up his body, fisting into his hair and pulling his head back hard as you latch your lips to his neck, grazing your teeth along his skin.

Your ministrations was enough to push him over, his hips faltering in its rhythm before his orgasm erupts into him. His knees quiver, hands clenching onto you harder as a guttural moan rakes through his lungs. Wave after wave, he pumps every ounce of his release into you with shallow, harsh thrusts. His fingers stalling in their movements on your clit for a split second before he resumed, faster than before to chase your release. His cock pressed into your cervix with every rough push, your hand releasing his hair as you began to see white, your own orgasm quickly creeping up on you.

You threw your head back as you felt yourself shatter. A weeks worth of frustration unloading in a split second sends your back arching. You arched your hips into Max, his fingers continuing to rub quick circles into your nerves, causing bliss to rapture your entire body in what felt like much longer than a few seconds. Your cunt squeezed the lights out of Max's cock, making him shudder a whimper as your own scream filled the air. He stilled his hips, buried deep inside you as he watched you slowly come down from your high. Your arms went back to support yourself as your body falls limp beneath him. Every pent up nerve in your body now untangled, every knot undone.

You hadn't noticed you closed your eyes until you felt Max rest soft kisses along your shoulder. Opening them, you refocus your vision on your surroundings, grounding yourself before you attempted to sit upright. Your body was weak, your limbs shaking as you tried to move. Max's hand found itself smoothing along the small of your back, helping you ease into him as you rested your cheek to his chest. All your energy had been drained, too sensitive and fragile to move, too tired to say anything. You listen to Max's heart, pumping proudly in his chest as it regulated slowly in time with yours. His arms stayed around you, waiting for your word. You shift, whimpering as you realize he hasn't pulled out yet as your sensitivity shocks your core. Max notices, suddenly aware of your overstimulation.

"I'm gonna pull out ok?" He assured you, making sure you knew before it happened so you wouldn't be too overwhelmed. You answer with a nod against his chest as your hands come to rest on his back, bracing for his movement. Max pulls out slowly making you whine once more followed by one final gasped mewl as his head pops out of your spent hole. "Sorry." He mumbles, pressing a kiss to your hair, his thumbs brushing your skin soothingly. "You ready?" He asked, his hands come to loop under you thighs. You weren't sure what he was going to do but you were much too tired to inquire as you nodded once more.

He lifts you in his arms, turning to move to the bed. Your legs wrap around his waist lazily as your arms hold him tight. He kneels on the bed, placing you down gently before joining you. The moment your head hit your pillow, you could already feel sleep cloud your mind, your eyes drooping closed as you felt Max pull you back in his arms. You smile, chuckling weekly, making Max look at you. "Maybe I should get mad at you more often." You slur drowsily, making Max chuckle in response.

[clonesupport]

No Rest For the Vicar

vicar max x f!reader

word count: +2.4k

warnings: 18+, NSFW, hand job, edging/orgasm denial, cock ring? kind of?, post orgasm torture, honestly just torture in general lmfao, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, low key sub max?, cum play, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampies, vulgar language, porn without plot, smut under the cut

a/n: i've been thinking about how much i wanna overstim an orgasm out of a man and i just thought that max would be the perfect victim🥰please this gif omfg what kind of nasty quote i love it

There he was, the stoic vicar himself in all his glory, only he wasn't so stoic tonight. You had Max leaned back against the window next to his bed, his legs spread for you, cock erect and throbbing against his stomach. His pants and underwear stripped and thrown somewhere on the floor, his shirt pulled up and bit between his teeth. The sight is one you want to engrave into your memory.

His tip leaks, swollen and thick, desperately seeking the attention of your hands. His eyes watch you intently, cheeks rosy, hair dishevelled, chest heaving with every quickened breath you've induced onto him. You can see the way his accelerated heart beat twitches in his cock, the view alone was enough to make you moan.

You're kneeling nude between his legs on the bed of Max's private quarters, hands on his bare thighs, running them up his built muscle closer to his cock. His eyes watch you, following your every move. Brows knitted together in anticipation, he looks almost frustrated, angry yet pleading for you to touch him.

One finger traces up the underside of his cock, making him shiver upon your delicate touch. Your finger reaches his head, hand grabbing a hold of his member gently, watching as his legs flinch at the contact. "So sensitive," You look up at him, "the ways I could use that against you." you say with an almost toxically enchanting, not-so-innocent grin.

You keep your eyes locked with his as you thumb his slit, spreading his precum around his tip and shaft, being sure to use that sensitivity in your favour. You use your other hand to gingerly massage his balls while you spat onto his cock, stroking him with a steady pace. His hands grip the sheets on either side of him, a groan escaping his gritted teeth, muffled by his shirt stuffed in his mouth.

You watch him come undone under your touch as you squeezed him within your fist, gradually stroking him faster. With every stroke of your hand you squeezed tighter towards his head, watching the swell of his cock grow with every flow of his bloodstream.

Max's chest heaves across from your face, his head resting against the window but still attempting to watch your meticulous movements. His face is hot, hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. His thighs tremble every so often, desperately chasing his release so soon with every uncontrolled buck of his hips. His groans muffle into the fabric while you twist your hand in time with your strokes.

You free hand smooths up his exposed abdomen to where his shirt was caught between his teeth. You cup his cheek looking into his glossy eyes while you jerked him swiftly, his moans guttural in his throat while you did so. Removing the shirt from his mouth you replace it with your tongue, sealing your lips to his in a sloppy and desperate kiss.

You cup the side of his neck, your tongue entangled with his as you swallowed his moans, never ceasing the movements of your hand. Max responds to the kiss just as fiercely, hands flying up to grip your waist. His kiss is fervent, "Law, you're good with that hand of yours." he groans between kisses. One of his hands slide up to squeeze your breast as he attempts to pull you closer into the kiss.

Your hand increases in speed. Max gasps, breaking the kiss as he presses his forehead to yours, looking down at your ministrations. You do the same, feeling the way he's twitching in your grasp, the grip Max has on you squeezing gently in time with his throbbing cock. His pulse only seems to quicken with every passing second, his breath fanning over your chest as he slowly nears his orgasm.

"Fuck I- I'm-" Max leans back against the window, head thrown back in pleasure, unable to complete his sentence. He shuts his eyes for a moment, legs trembling as he focuses on the feeling of your hands pleasuring him. His hands blindingly holding onto to you at any point of contact he can reach. He opens his eyes ever so slightly, peering at you as your hands keep their steady pace, working him closer to his high.

"You gonna cum Max?" You hum, tantalizing him as you eye him through your lashes, teasing the mess he's to make against the two of you. "I know you want to." You use one of your hands as a makeshift cock ring. Holding the base of his cock with your thumb and index, you squeeze as you jerked the rest of him full speed.

A chocked response erupts from his lips, "Yes-" he moans horsely. his hips stutter in an attempt to thrust into your strokes, legs trembling while his abdomen flexes. With one, two, three more twitches you cease all motion, removing your hands completely as you watch him writhe.

"Fucking stars!- " Max groans, his eyes shooting wide and his brows furrow in frustration. You chuckle at his reaction watching his dick throb desperately, hips fucking up into your phantom strokes in search of any kind of friction. His tip is oozing precum, his cock painfully erect, so close yet so far from release. His hands move to his thighs, slowly dragging up.

"Uh-uh," You warn him, making sure he doesn't decide to finish your little game prematurely, "leave it to me hun." You lean into him to peck his supple lips gingerly. He responds to the kiss, but you pull away before he can attempt to kiss you back.

Max groans a whine, "You torture worse than Tartarus, Captain." His hands settle on your waist kneading your skin gently with his thumbs, eyes gazing drunkenly into yours.

You smile back at him innocently as you replace your hand back on his cock, massaging his head in circles spreading his slick. Your grin only grows at his flinches and verbal hiss, "I'll take that as a compliment." The muscles in his thighs quiver in response to your resumed actions.

You continue only giving his sensitive head attention, "Law, I'm not going to last much longer if you keep doing that." He says through clenched teeth, his eyes watching your movements. You tighten your fingers around the base of his cock again as you begin to resume full strokes, this time quickening the speed right off the bat giving Max no time to breathe.

Max chokes on a moan, throwing his head back at once, "Fuck! You better not stop this time." His eyes are squeezed shut, his hold on your waist has become strong grips in an attempt to ground himself. Unbeknownst to him you smirk, you know he's right on the edge and thats where you plan to keep him.

His breath comes in quick short huffs, the stutter in his hips return, whimpers leaving his delicate lips. Before he can reach his rapturing release you remove your hand again, "No-" he groans at the loss of contact. Your smirk dances on your lips, grabbing a hold of his cock again and stroking quick shallow strokes concentrating on his head. "Law!" He spits out only before you remove your hand again. You repeat, again and again, denying him of any possible relief as his fingers dig bruises into your hips.

"Please y/n, you're ruining me, please!" Max begs, his tip is a mess of smeared precum, swollen red from the need to cum and the relentless friction you've bestowed upon him.

"Listen to the good vicar beg." you hum, "I almost want to keep you like this to hear more of those sweet words." You move your non busy hand up to slide his shirt out of the way as you lean down to pepper kisses across his chest. "But I think I've put you through enough torment for now." You smirk against his chest before gripping his cock in your hands, jerking him fast and hard for his last stretch.

Max's chest heaves shakily against your lips, legs trembling at the intensity of his concentration. You move your lips up to his neck letting the shirt slide back down. Kissing his adam's apple you feel it bob as he swallows thickly, "Cum for me Max." You purr against his neck, sucking onto his skin.

Your permission is all he needs to spur him on over the edge. His jaw drops in pure bliss, a loud moan flees his lungs as his orgasm rips from his core. You pull back to watch as ropes of his cum explode from his tip, shooting with such force it manages to hit your face. His cum spills onto your chest and his stomach, staining his shirt with his load.

Your fist stays around his cock, slowly milking him of every drop of his cum. Max's pulse is wildly erratic, his chest rising and falling with such intensity, his eyes still closed while he attempts to regain control of himself. His cock twitches with your never-stopping motions, legs synching with its movements. "Law almighty," he's breathless, "you sure know how to run my senses into the ground you know that?" his voice is barely above a low rumble of words, you giggle in response.

"I'm sure I do," you smile as you wipe his cum off your cheek, pushing your thumb into your mouth when he peers at you through a half lidded gaze. He groans in response watching you clean his cum off your fingers, "but I'm not done with you quite yet." Your hand hadn't stopped for rather it picks up its pace just barely.

His grip instinctively tightens on you again. "Stars y/n, you're going to kill me." Max chokes on himself, his oversensitivity causing his legs to jerk uncontrollably. You collect the puddle of cum at the base of his cock and spread it across his length as you stroked him languidly.

Your hand keeps its pace, "What would you rather me do? Stop?" you pause your ministrations, a needy groan escapes him. His cock is fully erect and throbbing again, not given a chance to calm down as he bucks into your hand. "Ah?" you tease in response, "I didn't think so." You smirk, cupping his jaw to kiss him, this time giving him the time to respond. He's needy, sloppy, forceful, and you love it.

You raise your hips placing your knees over his thighs, positioning your sopping pussy over his hard tip. Max catches onto what you're doing, moaning into your mouth as he places his hands onto the back of your thighs pulling you closer to him. Your cum-covered breasts press against his chest, staining him more than he already was, feeling his heart race against your own fluttering chest.

Your lips are locked in a feverishly messy make out session. Max only pressing his mouth further into yours preventing you from pulling away this time causing you to moan. You guide his tip to your slit, being sure to teasingly rub him against your entrance before slowly lowering yourself onto him.

You both exhale a moan into each others mouths, your brows knitting together in pleasure of finally being filled. You begin to rock your hips, enough to trigger pleasure but not too much as to overwhelm him just yet. Pulling your head back slightly to be able to see him clearly, you continue to tease his hypersensitive cock.

"Fuck it's almost too much," Max rasps, "too sensitive." he's nearly pleading for you to go easy on him, naturally you disregarded his request.

Humming in response you begin to bounce, milking his cock of his sensitivity. You feel his thighs tremble beneath you, his cock twitching inside you, his curses flowing through the air like a sweet melody. As you set a pace, you bring a hand to your clit to rub tight circles in hopes of speeding up your orgasm. You know Max wouldn't last long inside you after such a session, and quite frankly you've become a bit desperate yourself.

Max notices, dipping his head lower to seize your nipple in his mouth, sucking generously on your sensitive flesh. His lashes flutter closed, lips latched onto your breast, the sight was probably enough to make you cum. You sped up your bounces, causing him to gasp against your breast. "Y/n.." his voice is staggered, moaning into your skin as he wraps his arms around your middle.

His cock hits you perfectly with every bounce, sending your mind reeling as you fumbled with your clit. You were already unbearably close it was almost embarrassing. As your breathy moans mixed with his, every throb of him inside you let you know he was close.

"F-fuck I'm gonna-... again-..." His trembling voice matches the rest of him, his body desperate for release yet screaming at him that it's too much. Your thighs burn, but it only prompts you to keep going, you were so so close.

Max's second orgasm hits him just as hard as the first, catching him by surprise. With jumbled curses spitting through clenched teeth, he buries his face into your chest. You ride out his high, desperately chasing your own. He moans embarrassingly loud, "Void, you're milking me, I can't-" your speed is relentless as you near your orgasm.

You're so close, you can feel yourself about to spill. You can hear the lewd sounds of his cum and your slick mixing, squelching inside of you. His grip on you is dreadfully tight. You yelp out a moan as Max bites your breast as you bounced mercilessly.

Closing your eyes, you focus so desperately to cum, so close to the edge as you pressured clumsy circles as fast as your hand could manage against your clit. You can feel max tremble, his cock twitching inside you, you almost felt bad for the man as you grinned in bliss, almost.

Your head falls back, mouth agape as you moan his name. Your orgasm crashes in heavy waves, your cunt convulsing hard around Max's overstimulated cock as you continue to ride him. Max breathes shakily, arms tight around you as your pussy works to force another orgasm out of him. "Shit!" he almost yells as he cums again, spilling a second load into your tight cunt.

You slow to a stop and hunch over into Max, his arms still linked around you as the both of you catch your breath. "My head's spinning." Max mumbles into your hair causing you to laugh breathlessly, smiling into his neck.

"You liked it though." You retort, brushing your hand gently over his chest.

"I'm afraid if I admit that you'll keep going." he chuckles, nudging his cheek into the side of your head, glad he could finally catch a moment to breathe again.

[clonesupport]

Nice Necklace

vicar max x f!reader

word count: +1.4k

warnings: 18+, NSFW, oral sex f receiving (he'd give some real sloppy toppy if we're being honest here), swear words, fingering, soft f!dom??, priest kink? i think so, use of prayer beads in....unlawful ways..., choking, humiliation, dry humping, slight exhibitionism if you squint, smut under the cut, porn without plot

a/n: this man needs more content. i need more smut of this man. i have been simping for him for too long to have this little content, so fine, i'll do it myself😈(and it's about damn time-)

You sit naked in Max's desk chair in the dim lights of the OSI church, the vicar kneeling between your thighs. Even with the doors of the church closed and locked at this late hour, the thrill of such an open space running through your spine with excitement.

His mouth attacks your slit and your sensitive bud like eating you out is his last lifeline. His soft groans vibrating against your core while his tongue laps at your juices. He had disregarded his top vestments, only leaving him in his pants, just like you ordered.

The vicar's a mess between your thighs. His tongue licks thick stripes up your slit, one after another, using his thumb to pleasure your clit. He begins to fuck your tight whole with his wet tongue, darting it in and out of you like some hungry animal.

You watch him from the chair, prayer beads in hand, following the beads to where they wrap around his neck. His eyes are closed while he moans and licks, pressing rough firm circles on your clit.

The pleasure he's giving you sends jolts through your muscles, your legs wrapped around his shoulders pulling him closer, your heels digging into his back, as if to encourage him to go faster.

You use the beads to your advantage, pulling him by the neck closer to your pussy. You need him, more, deeper. You let out a moan and a whimper, but it's not enough, you want more of him.

Your wrist is still taut, keeping the string of beads tight and his face close to your core. "Max please." You beg. You feel him grin into your cunt for a split second before removing his thumb from your clit eliciting a whine to come from your lips.

Max moves his head up, replacing his thumb with his tongue, licking and pressing tight circles onto your clit. He snakes his hand around under your legs, slowly pressing and massaging your opening with his index and middle finger.

You whine again looking down at him, your eyes meet. There's a glint in his dark gaze as he watches you through his brow, sucking your clit. His fingers prodding your entrance slowly, shallowly inserting them before taking them back out.

You're about to snap at him when he thrusts his fingers in, curling them at just the right angle to make you choke out a scream. His fingers work expertly inside you, thrusting them into your g-spot while he pays glorious attention to your clit, sucking and licking feverishly.

Max works his tongue quickly and his fingers quicker. He can feel your legs shake around his shoulders as you begin you roll your hips to meet his mouth and hand.

Throwing your head back, your moans come out jagged, quick breaths in time with the thrust of his fingers pumping in and out of you.

Max's eyes train on your mouth agape and extended neck, listening to your noises. His view, the feeling of your slick all over his face and hands along with his ministration only working him more flustered and his cock tighter in his pants.

He can feel the strain of his pants restricting his painfully hard cock. He knows you're close. He moans into your pussy, sucking on your clit harder, nudging his nose further into your pubic bone.

You can feel your orgasm nearing its break, you're so close. Just one more push, "Please Max," you're pleading. Just one more thrust, "Fuck, Max!" you're breathy. Law, just one more lick.

You sneak a peek down at Max. His face buried between your legs, fingers working you open at such speed. The other arm wrapped around your upper leg, hand gripping your inner thigh to keep you in place. His hair's a mess, sweat dripping down his brow, his prayer beads wrapped around his thick neck. The sight itself is sinful.

Max's movements cause your orgasm to crash on you like a heavy wave of magma, white hot. A screaming moan rips through your throat, your hips jerking against him, his tongue and fingers working you through your orgasm.

You come down from your blinding high, your breath catching up with your heartbeat beating out of your chest. You're slumped against the chair, eyes closed trying to recover from your intense orgasm.

When you open your eyes after regaining control of your breath, Max is still kneeling on the floor between your knees.

Max looks up at you with admiration, your dazed and glossy eyes peering down at him between your legs. He can tell your orgasm had hit you hard. His cock still throbbing at the memory of what just happened.

He smiles softly up at you, leaning in to kiss the inside of your thighs, brushing your outer thighs with his hands while you regain your composure. "Rough ride Captain?" he inquires teasingly.

"Shut it vicar." you grin, sitting up in the seat. Giving him a once over you notice his extremely hard cock in his pants, straining against the restriction of his pants. You wrap the prayer beads back tight around your fist as you sit forward looking at him with a new found interest.

"Looks like someone needs a little help." You smirk down at him wickedly, standing in front of him. His eyes coming face to face with your pussy.

Max's gaze had watched you stand up, your hand twirling the beads around your fist, darting his eyes down in line with your pussy then back up at your eyes.

You tighten the beads around his neck, causing a surprised groan to slip past his lips and his chin to jerk up to you. There's a bit of bite in his eyes when he glares at you but instantly softens when he sees you peering down at him. His composure melting under your fixed look, your small smirk telling him you have the power right now.

You take your leverage of power to lean over him, knowing how desperate he is right now. You press your foot to his hard on against his thigh. His hips jerk and his mouth falls slightly agape while you give his cock the first bit of attention that night.

A low moan reverberates in his throat. You pull the beads again, causing them to tighten around his neck eliciting another moan.

"Maybe I'll keep you like this vicar." You sit back down on his chair. "This look suits you," you press your foot against his cock harder, "Edgewater's very own vicar at the mercy of a woman, his cock throbbing in his pants." pressuring his twitching cock harder, you back lean into him.

"Look at you, such a sinful priest, loving the way his woman chokes him with his very own prayer beads while she steps on his cock." Max moans again, you can feel his cock twitch again as his hips jerk against you. "So fucking desperate to cum, it's almost pathetic."

You teasingly sneer down at him your face inches from his. His eyes are glossy, lust filled. His breath hot, his pulse pounding in his neck. "You want me to make the vicar cum? You want it that bad?"

Max groans at your words. You're already moving off the chair and straddling his thighs, grinding your sloppy cunt against his throbbing cock. His hands fly to your hips holding them with a death grip surely bruising your fragile skin. His hips buck up, thrusting desperately to achieve friction against your pussy. He uses the hands gripping your hips as leverage to push you down harder against his leaking cock.

"Law, you're hopelessly needy Max." His head dips into your neck, moaning in response. You can feel his hot, quick breaths against your neck. He's losing himself on you, his thrusts coming quicker, his grip on your hips getting impossibly tighter.

"Fuck. I'm- I'm so close, please just- just- a little more." Max chokes out. You're grinding hard and fast, trying to help him reach his high.

You've long disregarded the prayer breads, replacing them with your hand instead, lightly squeezing his jugulars, sending Max to throw his head back in pleasure. The silent moaning breaths escape his agape mouth and you lean in kissing down his chin, jaw then neck.

Max's hips stutter under you, one of his hands replacing itself to your thigh, gripping hard, carving crescents into your skin with his nails as he cums against his pants. You grind slowly to ride him out of his high, removing your hold of his jugulars, running your hand down, up and behind his neck, softly brush the nape of his neck while your other hand rubs gently against his chest.

Max brings his head back down to rest his forehead against your collar bone. "Thank the Eternal for you, my love." he breathes heavily against your skin, peppering sloppy, dazed kisses against your chest.

[clonesupport]

The Vicar's Tiny Dancer

vicar max x f!reader

word count: +3k

warnings: 18+, NSFW, unprotected sex, p in v sex, creampie, exhibitionism, biting, slightest blood mention, a vicar doing very un-vicarly things😌, porn without plot, smut under the cut

a/n: it's here y'all. going undercover as a bijous performer? wearing skimpy clothing and provoking a certain vicar? that mans fucking you behind the curtains? i think so😌 he's hot in this gif, not me listening to my burlesque playlist while writing this, i knew there was a good reason to make it✨

You were in your captains quarters, door close behind you as you stood before your desk holding the article of clothing that consisted of straps of fabric. It was shiny and bold, the costume intimidating you yet at the same time excited you. Your next job needed you to do undercover at Bijous and to say you were nervous was an understatement. Though you were doing your best to keep it at bay, you were still the "stoic captain" of the Unreliable, but you digress. Tonight was the night of the job, and you were excited though also terrified.

Putting on the rather confusing outfit, you eventually manage to get it on. You look yourself over the best you could without a mirror, from what you could see the straps really accentuated your features, your nerves jolt at the thought of really wearing this in public. 'At least I'll be paid..' You put on a long coat, there was no way you were walking around the ship let alone Byzantium in just this ridiculous custume, besides you were starting to get a bit chilly. You left your quarters, gathering Felix and Max, who are to be your makeshift bodyguards, and headed out into the bustling city.

You felt like you had some dirty secret under your coat as you walked through Byzantium, and in a way you really did. You shivered as a breeze blew through your coat, "Who the hell designed these outfits. I can't even consider them clothes, they aren't even covering anything." You grumbled in annoyance, pulling your coat tighter around you as you spoke. Felix laughs at your visible discomfort.

"Oh come on boss, I'm sure you look great. You should get over your fears and walk around the city without the coat, you know, to get the confidence flowing." He teases you, you throw him a halfhearted irritated glance though an amused smirk grows on your face.

"You wish." You retort, turning back ahead of you, keeping your arms crossed tightly around your midsection.

"What do you think Max? Or would that be too 'un-vicarly' of you to watch." Felix pokes at Max who stayed quiet on your other side as the three of you kept walking.

"Very funny Mr. Millstone." Max spoke quietly, voice strained as his eyes stayed glued ahead of him, you notice his somewhat uncomfortable states.

"Lay off him Felix. I brought you along to play a bodyguard so you're going to have to be able to act like one, which means staying quiet." You smile smugly back to Felix next to you who gives you a defeated look but says nothing, pursing his lips in response.

You arrive at the club, entering the grand establishment filled with lights, people, and music. Dancers were up on the stage, patrons mingling and drinking, bartenders keeping busy. This place would be a nice place to visit if you weren't trying to con your way through the establishment to get backstage. "Alright boys, it's showtime." You mumble to Max and Felix on either side of you as you made your way to the guarded doors leading to the backstage halls. You approach the men standing guard next to the backstage access, grabbing their attention as you stepped closer.

You watch the men turn to the three of you, they eye you expectantly, "I need to get back there, my show starts in ten minutes and I still haven't done my hair." You say, motioning to the stage and yourself as you spoke. They followed your motions then looked at each other as if to decide whether to let you in or not.

"Alright, but just you, your men stay out here." One of them say sternly, standing his ground as he spoke. You let out a sigh before continuing.

"Actually I'm gonna need them to come with me, I can't trust the people around here, you know that." You lean in for the last bit, looking around you as if hoping to not let anyone passing by hear. The men look to each other once more, one nodding before the other who had spoken turns back to you.

"Only one." He says in simple words, a clear statement that he would not be changing his mind. 'Well one if better than none.' You thought to yourself. You turn to Max nodding before looking to Felix.

"Stay out here." You tell him, motioning to Max to go in first, "Keep an eye out." You murmur to Felix who gave you a subtle nod before you left, following Max past the doors.

The halls leading to the back were surprisingly empty as the two of you walked through them. You were glad you were able to convince those guards from earlier, you didn't want to have to fight through anyone in the ridiculous outfit you were hiding under your coat. You find the main stage entrance easily, you lead the way, sneaking behind the curtains to the dressing rooms in the back. As the more people you passed, the more evident it became that they found you out of place. You noticed their stares and so did Max, you almost cursed yourself, you knew it was how you looked and you knew the only way to blend in was to reveal your dreaded costume.

You head towards another set of curtains near the end of the stage around the corner, out of view from anyone working back stage and on stage. You sigh before turning back to Max, "Sorry." You apologize meekly in advance before you begin to undo your coat.

You see Max tense slightly, "Of course- I uh, no worries." He stumbles on his words as he watches your movements intently. He watches your hands slowly work to unravel your coat, more and more of your body exposed with every second. Your coat falls from your shoulders, revealing every strap along with every ounce of skin that had been left unclothed by your costume. Max couldn't help but trail his eyes down your figure, every inch of you was exposed, the fabric truly leaving nothing to the imagination. He swallows hard, his eyes glossing over every dip and curve of your body before he snaps them back up to your face.

You noticed him stare and you couldn't really blame him. The costume really showed too much, it was impossible to not look though that didn't stop your cheeks from flushing faintly. His eyes lift back to your eyes in an instant as if he'd caught himself, realizing he was ogling for longer than he should of or if he should at all. You see him open his mouth in an attempt to apologize, though he stammers on his words, his own cheeks tinging pink. "It's fine," you begin, tucking the coat aside on the floor next to the curtain, "I mean you can't really avoid it can you?" You chuckle softly, shifting your eyes away from his as you begin to feel intimidated by his gaze.

"You look good." You hear him speak quietly, almost like he wasn't meant to say it aloud. You look back at him, you notice how his eyes have glazed over as they now travel across your body shamelessly. You could see the way his resolve to stay mostly respectful had began to falter in the way his body relaxed as if lost in a dream. Your blush crept up your neck, drowning in his gaze as you stood practically bare for only his eyes to see. His words of admiration had left your stomach flipping, the way he watched you even more so.

Max took a few steps towards you before he caught himself, stopping in his tracks before snapping his eyes back to yours. "I- My apologies. I don't-.." He fumbled on his words, his own mind conflicting with itself as if trying to decide whether to look away to give you privacy or to keep eye contact to be polite. You found his stammering endearing though you knew the thoughts running through his head, he wasn't too good at hiding them. You couldn't blame him, in his defence you were nearly nude before him.

Slowly growing more comfortable with your situation, you step forward, your own self confidence growing too bold for your own good. "Like I said," you begin, trailing your hand delicately down his chest, "it's alright." You purr lowly, peering up at him through your lashes. He lets out a strangled whine, the last bit of his self control crumbling within your touch.

As if on command of your assurance, Max's hands fly to your waist, grabbing your bare skin before his lips are on yours. His lips move against yours hastily, stepping you back against the curtains as he kissed you roughly. Your back hit the wall that stood behind the curtain, the fabric of the curtain enveloping the two of you as your hands roamed each others bodies. Your shared kiss a mess of lips and tongue, teeth biting flesh, moans and groan swallowed by one another.

Your hands come to cup his face, pulling him impossibly closer as Max pulls your hips to his. He stands between your legs, nudging your centre with his knee eliciting a whimper form your lungs. You grip the collar of his shirt pulling him down to your level as you grind your hips against his thigh. Max's hands are quick to work on his pants, undoing them just enough to free his hardening erection from its constriction. He holds his cock in his hand giving it a few pumps as the other fumbles with your costume, struggling to figure out how to disentangle you from it. "How the fuck does this thing work." His voice is gritted against your lips as he pulls away from your kiss, peering down at your garment.

With an irritated grumble, Max pushes the fabric aside, exposing your cunt to the cool air before he's aligning himself to your entrance. A groan escapes him as he pushes his tip past your folds, pressing his body against yours as his cock slides into your slick cunt. His hand pulls at your neck, bringing your lips back to his as he begins to buck up into you. His grunts are muffled against your lips as he kisses you sloppily, melding his tongue against yours and shallow breaths escape your lungs against his mouth.

Your quiet whimpers are masked by the booming music of the club and the bustling noise of chatter. Moan after moan is pulled from your tongue as Max's drives his cock into your intoxicating pussy, his own pleasure causing him to quicken his pace desperately. You sling one leg around his, tugging him closer as he fucked you up against the curtain. His hand comes down to pull your thigh higher, stepping a leg forward into you with a harsh thrust of his hips causing a moan to rip from your throat. You'd hoped no one had heard but then again this was a burlesque establishment, perhaps this kind of thing happened more often than not.

You throw your arms around his shoulders, squeezing him between your thighs. Max seems to catch on to your indication, his other hand reaching down to hook around the back of your thigh, kissing your deep before he scoops you off the ground. With a mewl you hook your legs properly around his waist, your weight pushing you down all the way down onto his cock, pushing him balls deep into your cunt. The two of you moan in unison, your hands gripping into his hair as Max readjusts himself, shoving you harder into the cushioned wall.

Max pulls his lips away from yours as he pounds his cock mercilessly into your cunt, a throaty groan vibrating in his chest as he works harder and faster. His hands are rough as they grip your thighs, another frustrated groan leaves him before he's stilling his thrusts just enough to move his arms. He makes quick moves to lift of your legs before his arms are hooking under your knees, pulling your legs up to rest at his elbows. Your feet dangle outwards, his hold on your spreading your legs wide as he resumes his quick, rough pace.

Your arms around his shoulders and neck tighten as he pounds into you, the new position allowing him more leverage to fuck you deeper and harder. Your moans and mewls are incomprehensible, a mumbled mess of cries as his cock drives into your abused cunt senselessly. Your sounds are reaching louder and louder with every thrust, Max's mouth coming down to seal over yours as he swallows your moans. He attempts a kiss, "Shh.." He hushes against your lips, pulling back just enough to watch you attempt to stifle another moan, your eyes boring into his with furrowed brows as he continues his thrusts. "Fuck-" Max says breathily with a sharp snap of his hips.

The way you looked as he fucked you, the way you looked at him, the expression on your face, the feeling of you in his arms squeezing around his cock. It was almost all too much. Max bared his teeth, jaw clenched as the pleasure coursed through his body, his balls slapping against your ass and he bounced you on his cock. You felt so vulnerable in his hold, unable to move, unable to go anywhere besides further onto his cock. Max had full control of you in the way he carried you, in the way he fucked you. He had the power to pull you off his cock any moment, or perhaps keep you on forever.

Your grip on his neck tightens once more, clinging to him as he pumped himself fiercely into your numbing cunt. His rough thrusts surely bruising your cervix, who knew if you'd be able to walk once he was done with you but that was an issue for later. Your pussy clenched him with every hit of his tip breaching your womb, the angle of which he held you giving him too much of an advantage to ruin you. With every thrust Max's pubic bone hits your clit, the combination of pleasure from your bundle of nerves and your cunt almost bringing you to tears.

You throw your head back against the wall, your hair surely knotting into a mess against the curtain with every pushing thrust. You stifled your moans the best you could, throat tight, hurting as your mouth hung open from the pleasure. The pleasure builds in you core, every sensation sending you closer to your release. "Law! Fuck, Max!" Your poor excuse of a sentence fell from your lips, one word every thrust as you watched his face contort in bliss.

The sounds of cheer and laughter beyond the curtains filtering out of your senses as Max fucked you into the wall. His hips stutter, cock throbbing and prodding inside your sopping cunt as his glossy eyes rake over your poor state. He could see the way his cock was pumping into your cunt, see the way his cock filled your insides from the surface. A subtle bulge forming where his cock bottomed out inside you with every thrust, your little cunt completely stuffed full of him. The sight sending his mind reeling, he couldn't think straight, the sight and feeling of your too much to bare.

Max falls against you, mouth latches onto your neck as his sloppy thrusts buck into your ravished cunt. His teeth bite into your shoulder, you feel his quick hot breath fan across your skin as he clamps your delicate flesh between his teeth, hard enough to draw blood if he'd wished. Your fingers rake up his hair, gripping and pulling hard as his cock pummels your hole. Your pleasure engulfs you sooner than you expected. You catch yourself, doubling into Max as he fucked you through your orgasm, every thrust hitting your sweet spot, perfectly dragging in and out of your convulsing cunt.

Your clenching edges Max into his release, his choked cry muffled into your skin, his moan guttural and raw in his throat. His orgasm erupting from him in waves of white hot pleasure as he snaps hard shallow thrusts into your cunt with every pump of his cum. Max presses his chest against yours as he empties his balls within your worn pussy, shooting his load into your cunt like it was the last thing he'd do. You mind goes blank, eyes clenched shut as the final waves of your crushing orgasm washes over you. Your grip in his hair loosening as you come down from your high, feeling Max's cock throb within you as he regains control of his breath. Your heartbeats pounding against one another, quickened breaths echoing in each other’s ears.

Max slowly pulls out of you stringing a squeal from your lips as his head pops out of your oversensitive cunt. The pop is wet, a mix of your slick and his cum squelch with the movement making you whimper. He gently slides your garment back over your pussy, placing your legs back down next. As your feet coming back in contact with the ground, his hands hold your waist in caution while you stabilize your wobbling legs. Tucking himself back in his pants, his hands eagerly come back to your sides, brushing your skin gingerly. His lips come to your cheek as your hands fall to his arms holding you, he places a soft peck on your warm skin as he slides your hand into his grasp. He holds your hand delicately, "As we were?" A soft smile creeps to his lips as he steps away from you, hand still holding yours.

You attempt a step forward but your knee buckles, your grip on him tightens. "I might need a minute." Your cheeks flush as you smile sheepishly. Max chuckles, carefully beginning to guide you to an empty dressing room.

"As long as you need." He says, pressing a kiss to your temple.

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I know your requests are closed right now. But when the day comes that they open up again can I please request some Vicar Max goodness.

Prompt: After returning to the Unreliable after an especially brutal firefight, Max has some excess "violent enthusiasm" he needs to take care of ;)

bless your skeleton soul i've been wanting to do some angry fucking with my best mans😮‍💨😮‍💨 nothing but some good stress relief sex in this one boyo

Violent Enthusiasm

vicar max x f!reader

word count: +1.7k

warnings: 18+, NSFW, blowjob/throat fucking, p in v sex, unprotected sex, angry fucking (gotta let off some steam some how😌), pre-established fwb kind of situation, facial, porn without plot, smut under cut

Monarch was brutal, monsters of all sizes trying to kill you and acid pools threatening to dissolve you around every corner, you'd wonder why you even bothered to come here in the first place. This monstrous rock was hell, hot and muggy and smelled like sulphur, honestly there wasn't much to like here. You were out with Nyoka and Max, Nyoka leading the way around some abandoned village nearby to retrieve some fancy BOLT-52 cartridge. After fighting through too many raptidons and acquiring said cartridge, you and the others head back to the Unreliable for some much needed rest.

You tossed the cartridge onto the stack of crates next to the workbench you've been using as tables in the cargo bay. The crew decided to head out to The Yacht Club for the evening, leaving you alone on the ship for some well earned peace. The excursion had left you on edge, adrenaline in your nerves still buzzing from the intense firefight. The longer you spent on this moon, the more it tested your patience.

You lean back against the workbench, taking a deep breath and exhaling before you stretched yourself out in hopes of relaxing your aching muscles. You hear footsteps practically stomping down the stairs of the Unreliable, shocking you for a moment as you'd believed everyone else had left. You see Max round the corner, his usual grumpy face looking much more peeved, his body looking even more tense than yours did. His eyes land on you, for a split second a flash of relief can be seen behind his glare before it's quickly covered with a new found determination.

You push yourself upright form the workbench to greet him, "I thought everyone had left-" You get cut off by Max grabbing a hold of your jaw in both of his hands, crashing his lips roughly into yours. A muffled moan of surprise escapes you, swallowed by his mouth as he forcefully devours your lips. Your eyes close, returning the kiss in an attempt to match his energy.

"They did." He mumbles gruffly against your lips, his hands coming down to grip under your ass. This wasn't the first time the two of you, for a lack of better words, blew off steam in this sort of way. When one of you was in need of some stress relief the other was usually in need of some too, it just worked out that way. Eventually these mutual aggravation fuelled sex session occurred more often than not.

Max's hands squeezed the plump flesh of your ass, groaning into your mouth as he pressed your bodies closer together. You were sure he was provoked by the fight from earlier as were you. Your hands slide under his shirt smoothing up his chest, clawing your fingernails back down him before sliding his shirt up teasingly. You pull away, Max groaning disapprovingly as his grip on you tightens almost as a warning. You smirk in return before breaking from his hold, getting on your knees before him.

You undo his fly before you can pull out his semi-hard cock from its restrictive pants, stroking it in your hand, enticing him to grow harder. "How long do you think we have?" You ask as your doe eyes look up at him from his cock, his own gaze growing dark as he watches you. You spit onto his now fully erect cock, spreading your lubrication across his length. Your tongue darts out to swirl around his head before you take his tip into your mouth, teasing it with light sucks as you wait for an answer.

"I'd say no longer than an hour." Max responds, jaw clenched, hips swaying forward in an attempt to push his cock further into your mouth. You let him, taking him deeper as you placed your hands on his thighs for balance before you started to bob your head. You hallow your cheeks, using your tongue for extra suction as you take him a few strokes in before pulling your mouth off him to answer.

"Then we've got lots of time." Your smirk is teasing as your hand strokes his length a few times before you're sinking your head all the way down his cock. A low moan rips through his throat, his hand coming to fist and bundle your hair behind your head as he guides you.

Your eyes brim tears, his cock breaching your throat with every pump, you can taste his precum in the back of your mouth. Max leans over you, his free hand going to grip the workbench behind you for leverage. His fist in your hair grows tighter as he begins to buck his hips into your mouth, every thrust meeting each bob of your head. Eventually Max grows restless, his cock now thoroughly fucking into the back of your throat as he holds your head in place, using you as his own personal fuck toy.

The workbench begins to rattle behind you from Max's hold, every harsh thrust he drives into your mouth making the bench squeak. You close your eyes, focusing on suppressing your gags as he throat fucks you. His grunts come out in time with his thrusts, cock twitching in your mouth before he quickly, roughly, pulls your head off him. "Stand up." His voice is hoarse and demanding, sending jolts of arousal through your surely dripping cunt.

You oblige to his command, getting to your feet before Max's hands roughly grab your hips, turning you around and pressing you down by the shoulders. Your chest hits the surface of the workbench, cheek pressed against the cold metal. You're bent at the waist as Max quickly strips you of your pants, pulling them down just enough to access your pussy. His hand stays on your neck, holding you down as he aligns himself to your sopping entrance.

Max slides in swiftly, giving you no time to adjust, beginning an even pace as he drives into your cunt. Moan after moan is pulled from your lips as his cock hits you rough and deep with every stroke. You could hear his groans through the sounds of him thrusting against your ass, his balls slapping your clit deliciously with every sharp snap of his hips.

He was relentless, his pace only growing quicker and more forceful by the second. He had you a mumbling mess under him, moans slipping past your lips pornographically as he fucks you dumb. "Fuck fuck fuck." Repeated curses spilled from him through gritted teeth, his hips rolling into your ass harder with each word. His free hand is gripping your hip mercilessly, fingers surely bruising your skin.

Every thrust forces a moan to rip through your throat, every thrust causing jolt after jolt of pleasure to course through your body. Your cunt clenches around him. The sensation of his cock fucking into you relentlessly along with his balls hitting your clit causes the perfect amount of stimulation you need to cum.

With your head still pinned, cheek hot against the cold workbench, you reach back to grip the arm holding your hip attempting to ground yourself as your orgasm ripples through your body harshly. Your pussy convulses around his cock spastically as your orgasm is fucked through you. Your moans becoming screams only to have Max fuck into you harder as he chases his own release.

Max's hold on your neck pulls you back up, hand sliding down and under your shirt, "I'm not done with you." His voice is husky, his hand roughly kneading your breast. "Fuck I'm close." His gruff resolve faltering slightly as he nears his orgasm. His hips never ceasing as they continued to pound into you, one hand on your hip, the other coming up to choke hold your neck.

Your moans are cut off by his grip as he pulls your head back against his shoulder before easing his hold on your neck. He held you in place, fucking you like some spent sex doll, working his way to his own release. You can feel a stutter in his thrusts before the hold on your neck and hip disappear as Max pulls himself out of you. "Knees." One word was all he needed to make you move accordingly.

You faced him, angling your head up so he could cum on you however he pleased. His hand returned to the back of your head as he jerked his cock before your face, tip oozing with precum. You opened your mouth, tongue lolling out, inviting his tip to press itself against your wetness for its release. Max's cock twitched while his tip rubbed against your tongue, stimulating his sensitive head just enough as he pumped himself before ropes of his cum shoots from his cock.

His cum spurts across your face, landing everywhere but in your mouth it seemed. With every shot of cum Max lets out an explicit moan, his cock twitching in his hand while his face was enraptured with the bliss of his orgasm. His cock delves into your mouth one last time as he comes down from his high, lazily fucking into your throat.

Max exhales shakily, slowly pulling himself out of your mouth with a soft hold of our cheek, the caress offered contradicting the sinful and merciless fucking he'd just given you. You attempt to wipe his cum off your face with your sleeves, Max's own thumb coming to wipe your brow clean, his face almost apologetic as he did so. He takes half a step back while tucking himself back into his pants, giving you space to stand as you pulled your pants up in the process. You fall back against the workbench, pulling him by the collar to follow, bringing him in for another kiss, this time more gentle than the previous.

"What was that?" He asks teasingly as you pull away, hands coming to softly rest on your hips.

"Just wanted to try it," you smile slyly at him, voice barely above a whisper, "wanted to know what that kind of kiss was like with you." You fiddled with his collar before stepping out of his grasp, turning to exit the cargo bay. "Pleasure as always, Vicar." You smirk, calling back to him with a wave of your hand as you left without a glance, leaving Max to contemplate his thoughts with a little smirk of his own.

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I love your stuff for Vicar Max! It's *chef's kiss*

Prompt: Max has come back from a mission injured so its time for some gentle, tender loving to get him back to full health.

Again, thank you so much for what you do. You're keeping this thirsty gal well hydrated ;)

it's been a hot minute, i've been visiting my parents but i've found the time and energy to write again so here we go🤩ugh yeeessss tlc soft sex with max😩😩😩😮‍💨😮‍💨 this man is my weakness, thank you so much for the prompt🤧💖 had another prompt for some injured max and captain comforting him so i'd say this hits two birds with one stone. i pictured this somewhere on monarch but honestly this could be anywhere tbh

Nothing a Little TLC Can't Fix

vicar max x f!reader

word count: +3k

warnings: 18+, NSFW, p in v sex, unprotected sex, soft tender sex🤧 some nice tlc riding (the best kind of medicine), mentions of sustained injury, blood and stitches from gunshot wound, marking (hickeys and biting), pre-established relationship, creampie, porn without plot, smut under the cut

You help Max behind some crates for cover as you blind fire your rifle behind you towards the marauders that were shooting at the two of you. Max's arm was slung around your shoulder as you hauled him around the corner, setting him down making him groan in response of the harsh movement. "Fuck, I'm sorry." You quickly rambled worriedly before peeking around the corner with your gun. Aiming your weapon at the marauder nearest to you, you shoot the last one to the ground before turning back to Max.

He had his hand clutched onto his side, blood slowly seeping through his clothes and his fingers. Your eyes widened in horror the moment you saw the blood trickling down his hand, his face in grimace as he gritted his teeth from the pain. You quickly made your way next to him, falling to your knees as you threw your gun to the side. Eyeing his wound, your hands come up hesitantly to his, "How bad is it?" You asked, your hands hover over his side, unsure of how to help.

"It sure hurts like a son of a bitch, I think a bullet went through my side." His brows a furrowed as he attempts to push himself more upright only to elicit another hiss of pain. You press your hand over his, applying more pressure to his wound.

"Hey woah, woah, don't move. We gotta get you patched up and get you back to the ship." Your free hand falls to his shoulder, settling him as you watched him, wincing at the pain you weren't even feeling. "Ellie! Gonna need you over here!" You shout, seeing her jog over to the two of you.

"Well shit Max, did a canid give you a little love bite?" She jokes as she nears you though her grin falters upon seeing the blood oozing from both your hands. Your worry written face was enough to tell her this was serious. "Shit, alright let's see what you did to yourself." She kneels next to you between you and Max, her hand moving yours out of the way to attempt to inspect the wound. She slowly eases Max's hand away from his wound, enough to see how grave it is. "Bullet's stuck in there all right, I've got something to keep you patched for a bit but I'll need to take care of this properly on the ship. Hey, Captain, can you help get him to his feet? We're going to have to drag him back."

Luckily you weren't too far from the walls of the nearest town, you quickly call your ship to dock before you helped Max onto the Unreliable. Once on the ship, Ellie instructs you to bring him to the cot in the cargo bay, "Lay him down here, I'll get my kit, keep the pressure on it." She says before hurrying to her bunk to grab her things. You sit Max down on the cot, carefully laying him down and watching him wince from the movement. You cringe with every groan Max makes through gritted teeth.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," your hand stays on his wound, "I should have made sure to kill that marauder first. He was closest, Law I don't know what I was thinking, now you're hurt and it's all because I didn't bother to pay more attention-" Your rambling is cut short when Max places his free hand on your arm.

"This is not your fault y/n." His voice is oddly calm, reassuring you in hopes of easing your panic over him. You chuckle, smiling to yourself at the thought, here he was injured and he was the one reassuring you. Max looks at you with a questioning look upon seeing you laugh.

"I'm sorry," you couldn't help but find this particular situation amusing, "it's just funny how, you're the one that was shot and here you are reassuring me instead." Max attempts a light chuckle in return only to wince at his wound. "Oh stars, please don't move I can't stand watching you be in pain. Law, where's Ellie already." As if summoned, Ellie comes pacing into the cargo bay, med kit in hand and a determined expression on her face.

"Alright Captain, should we go morphine or do you want to hold him down?" Her question seemed halfheartedly sarcastic yet her face read a serious expression you couldn't tell if it was a real question.

"Uh, let's do the morphine." You confirm, you've seen the man in enough pain, you thought he deserved some ease.

"Thank the Law." Max exhaled hearing your choice making Ellie smirk slyly.

"Of course you'd pick the morphine." She smiles before pulling it out of her kit, "Alright, let's get this bullet out of you, preacher."

You stay by Max's side through the entire operation. Ellie managed to get the bullet out no problem and you couldn't be more thankful for recruiting a licensed sawbones. You figured resting in his bed would be more comfortable than this rickety spare cot in the cargo bay so you called for some help, easing Max to a seated position. With Max somewhat delirious from his extra dose of morphine Ellie had given him post operation, you and Nyoka helped him up the steps of the Unreliable to his room.

You propped some spare pillows at the head of his bed, making sure he could rest comfortably as to not irritate his stitches. Max was knocked out the moment his head hit the pillows, you pulled his chair up next to his bed, sticking by his side until he'd wake up. You watched him rest, amused in how quickly he fell asleep from his heavy dose of narcotics. He seemed so peaceful in his sleep, watching him made you realize just how exhausted you were yourself. You move to the ground, leaning yourself over the side of the bed as you rested your head in your arms, slowly drifting off to sleep.

Max's eyes slowly open, still a bit groggy from the procedure he takes a moment to rub his eyes with his hands only for him to realize something weighing his right one down. His eyes pan over to his side, noticing you laying half over the side of the bed and half on the floor, hand holding his and you breathed steadily in your sleep. He must have been out for some time as the ship was quiet while you slept by his side. A small smile crept to his lips as he watched you, gently pulling his hand out from yours and brushing fallen strands of hair out of your face. In doing so you stir awake, your eyes lighting up instantly the moment you notice he's come to.

You push yourself up, the smile on your face instantly turning concerned, eyes scanning his bandages. "How are you feeling? Does it hurt? Do I need Ellie to give you another dose of Adreno?" You were already on your feet, quick to turn and fetch Ellie for some medicine before Max grabs a hold of your hand.

"I'm alright," his smile is reassuring and calm in hopes of rendering you assurance to take it easy, "a bit sore but I'll live." He says, his free hand smoothing over his bandages gently to prove his words. "Nothing hurts I promise." He adds brushing his thumb over your knuckles. You purse your lips in an attempt to cap your concerned babbling. Max found your worrisome pampering rather endearing, it was sweet how much you cared for him even if you were an anxious mess.

"For now." You mutter, looking down as your hands as you take a seat close to him on the side of his bed. You look down to where he'd been hit, almost cringing again at the sight of his bandages. You knew he was alright, he even said as much, though that didn't stop you from feeling bad. Now only the bandages covered any part of his torso as Ellie had to cut his shirt off in order to access his wound. That's when you come to realize that Max was indeed shirtless. You'd been too anxious to worry about his gunshot wound that the fact that he was half nude never even crossed your mind.

Max notices your gaze rake over his bare chest, a faint smug grin stretch across his lips as he watches your cheeks flush a light shade of pink. His hand on your wrist moves up to brush your cheek, cupping your jaw as he brought your attention back to him. Your flustered state washes over with a sorrowful look, "I'm sorry, I should have been better. You got hurt because I didn't do my job, I could have prevented this." Your eyes dropped to his wound, hand hovering just above the surface of his skin as your brows furrow as you examine it.

"This wasn't your fault y/n." Max's hold on your cheek, reassuring you as he speaks. "It was a an accident no one could have prevented, perhaps me if I'd had paid more attention to myself rather than you." He mumbles the last bit sheepishly, giving you a crooked smile as he continues, "But what's done is done. I'd have to thank Ellie for the good patch up or else I'd be worse off than I really am." His hand smooth down to your neck, brushing your hair to the back before replacing his hold on you, bringing your face closer to his.

You lean in to rest your forehead against his, closing your eyes momentarily to breathe deeply, your hand coming up to hold his forearm. "Well, I'm glad you're alright." You smile through your words, Max's thumb still stroking your cheekbone lovingly.

Max watched you through lidded eyes, bringing you in by his hold for a sweet and tender kiss. You lean into him gently, moaning softly into his kiss as you placed your hands on his neck almost like an attempt to keep him close, safe. The kiss grows hungry, yearning, your lips pressed against his like your fear of losing him had finally caught up to you. Max's free hand comes to your waist, pulling you closer to him as he deepens the kiss. Gently, you move against him, swinging your leg over his waist, doing your best to make sure you don't hurt him.

His hands slide to the back of your things, pulling you impossibly nearer, hands moving to squeeze the plush flesh of your ass. Max groans into the kiss, his tongue melding with yours as you slowly moved against him savouring every touch he offered. Your hips rocked softly against him, feeling his slowly hardening cock under you. A smirk graces your lips, rolling your clothed cunt against him only to earn a gracious low moan from Max in return.

Max is quick to slide his hand under your shirt, feeling up your bare torso as he brings your shirt up and over your head. Your nipples perk from the cool air, Max's hands coming to knead your breasts, bringing his lips down to your collar. Whimpers leave you quietly as he toys with your nipples, sending soft jolts of pleasure to course to your cunt. You fingers fumbled with his pants, unbuttoning them and slipping your hand between the two of you to pull out his erection. Max worked on your own pants, pulling away from your neck to see what he's doing as he attempts to undo them as much as he could with your position.

Giggling you push yourself back between his spread legs, pulling your legs together to slide off your constrictive garments before throwing them aside, coming back to crash your lips to his. The kiss becomes feverish, a mess of lips, tongue, and teeth. Your legs replace themselves over his thighs, straddling him as you positioned yourself over his cock. Your folds teased his tip as you slid him back and forth against you to collect your slick making Max whimper impatiently. You sit slowly onto his length, his head breaching your tight hole deliciously stretching you agape as you slide down his cock. You moan as you feel him reach deeper and deeper, Max's hands gripping your hips as you sheath him inside you, his own moan following yours.

His tip prods your cervix, the feeling sending your mind reeling as you swivel your hips in small circles, desperate to feel that push inside you some more. Your hands find their place on his chest, one sliding up to hold his shoulder for stability as you begin to bounce soft shallow strokes. His cock hits your cervix with every pump, your cunt twitching and clenching around him as you set a pace. Your tits bounce in time as you ride him, cock sliding perfectly into you with every stroke. Your brows furrow up in pleasure, gaze meeting Max', glossy and lust filled as you continue to bounce on his cock.

You lean down meeting your lips to his in a poor attempt to lock your tongues together messily. You wanted to taste him, his tongue against yours granted so. You sucked onto his bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth making Max groan as you did so. His hands slide back to your ass, using you as leverage to help push and pull you on his cock, guiding your bounces and your speed. He does a buck of his hips without thinking, desperate to fuck into you harder but winces from his agitated fresh stitches in his side. A hissed groan of discomfort escapes his him, his grip instinctively tightening on your behind as the discomfort disrupts him. Your hands come to soothe down his abdomen, comforting him while avoiding his wound. "Easy, if you want it harder just say so." A smug grin grows on your lips as you quicken your movements.

Max moans, throwing his head back as you quicken your pace, "Law, yes." He moans breathily, your hips coming down faster and harder to appease his needs. His mouth falls open while you ride him, cock throbbing inside you as you clenched around him, wet cunt squelching lewdly with every bounce.

"That's it." You purr, your fingernails graze up his chest sending tingles through Max's senses alongside his pleasure. "Take it easy, old man.” You tease, rocking your hips into his. He shoots you a glare before it’s quickly overridden with a cry of pleasure as you bring yourself down onto his aching cock harshly.

Your rhythm is relentless, your thighs burn though the pleasure prevents you from faltering any time soon. Max leans back against the pillows, his legs quivering every other pump of his cock inside your cunt. His hands roamed your sides, squeezing all over your ass, waist, and thighs, feeling as much of you as he could while your bounces edged him with pleasure. His toes curl at the sensation, your warm, wet pussy swallowing his desperate cock like your life depended on it. Your head comes down to kiss his neck, sucking his skin as his moans reverberate in his throat. You nibble his flesh, marking up his jaw and placing a gentle kiss to his cheek. The sweet exchange such a contrast to the obscene way you're riding him mercilessly.

The pressure builds in your abdomen, you were desperate to feel relief, desperate to feel Max unravel beneath you. You worked the two of you quickly, bouncing and stimulating endlessly as your moans were pulled from your lips. The feeling of Max filling you with his cock left you more satisfied than you could imagine, the way his hands held you for dear life even more so. The grips on your body caused by his hands assure you he really was there. The warm sting of squeezed flesh left behind by his hold grounds you, turning your skin flushed. You look down at him with glossy eyes, the maroon marks you've left on his neck littered his perfect skin. His body was dewy with a bare sheen of sweat, his hair dishevelled, his lips plump and red. He looked incredible ravished under you.

You were beginning to lose your rhythm, too eager to reach your inevitable release yet too impatient to keep going. Max held your ass, aiding you in your slowly tiring ministrations. His cock throbbed restlessly inside you, so close to his orgasm you could feel it in every way he touched you. You neared yours just as quickly, your hand coming down to knead quick circles on your clit, whimpers escaping your lips as your pleasure doubles and the burn in your thighs increasing. Max could feel every way your cunt fluttered around him as you neared your orgasm, only egging him towards his own faster.

Max worked twice as hard with his arms to push you harder on his cock, pulling you off quickly enough just to do it again. His orgasm tugged on his nerves, pushing him over faster than he'd expected. Your bounces never cease, milking his cock of his cum as Max moans your name through every wave of his crushing orgasm. The feeling of his twitching cock against your a-spot sent you to your release with a quick snap of your hips. His warm cum spurting into your cunt while you pumped your pussy on his cock, riding out your rippling climax as your walls convulse around him.

You fall into him, your cries muffled against his skin as you leaned down to bite his shoulder. You still your movements with the last waves of your orgasm, feeling every soft throb of Max's cock deep within you as you regained your senses, your own cunt pulsing around him. Coming down from your overload of pleasure, you feel Max's hands gently rubbing your sides, cock still inside you as you rested your head against his shoulder. You pull back to see the bite mark you've left behind, his flesh slowly growing a darkened shade of red. "Sorry." You mumble sheepishly, a guilty grin on your face as your thumb gently passes over the mark.

Max is smiling lovingly back at you as he leans in to kiss your lips. "I can assure you it hurt much less than the bullet wound." He says upon pulling away, you chuckle before pulling him in for another tender kiss.

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One Last Time

vicar max x f!reader

word count: +2.8k

warnings: +18, NSFW, p in v sex, unprotected sex, exhibitionism barely?, pre-established relationship, soft breeding🤧🤧, porn without plot, smut under the cut

a/n: ok but like i had a thought (as always) been feeling soft and sentimental for this man lately, so what if (post scylla)Max gets sentimental for some desperate "who knows if we'll make it out alive" low key romantic this-could-be-the-last-time sex in tartarus👀 just some sweet fucking, lots of 'i love you's in this one boyos, big change of pace from your regular program here on my account lol, it'll be back to nasty in no time, enjoy☺️

The doors close behind you to some cargo bay after eliminating all the UDL guards upon breaking into the highest security prison in search of Phineas Wells. Was this the craziest thing you've ever done in your life? Yes absolutely. However, you needed that mad scientist to save the colony. Besides you've grown rather fond of that lunatic, it would be a shame to let him be kept captive by the board.

You had the SAM unit sweep ahead making sure there were no surprise hidden guards in the area before you could take a breather. Along with SAM you had Max by your side, he insisted on coming with you, not wanting to let you get yourself killed without him he'd said. You chuckle inwardly remembering his comment. You knew the real reason, he'd never leave your side, determined to keep you safe until his dying breath. It was almost reckless, but who were you to talk about reckless. A small smile tugs at your lips catching Max's attention. "Please don't tell me you're getting a kick out of this insane mission." His voice lighthearted yet still holding a touch of concern.

You huffed out a laugh, "No, no. Just thinking about the ways we could die." You reply only making his face grow more weary, "I'm joking, kind of." You added, another chuckle leaving you, amused by his expressions.

"You scare me sometimes you know that?" A chuckle of his own leaving him as he spoke. You've made it this far though you have a lot worse to come and you weren't looking forward to it. This may be a suicide mission but if by some miracle you make it out, the colonists better be singing your name to the gods.

SAM comes back reporting no further guards and you let out a sigh of relief, gathering yourself together for the next room up ahead. "Let's take a minute, we've barely even started but I've been through enough to be tired." You say more to Max than SAM considering the mechanical didn't need rest. Max nods seemingly agreeing with your idea.

"A break sounds nice." He answers, you smile seeing his shoulders ease a bit. You see a smaller door behind some crates, deciding to investigate it you pull out a mag pick. Within seconds you've got the door open, gun at the ready only to see it's a supplies closet. You huff contently, going in to take anything you can find that could be useful, Max follows while the SAM unit stands guard.

You grab a couple extra mag picks and spare adreno as the door closes behind you. Max goes quiet, watching you with soft eyes as you examined the objects in the small storage closet. "What if we really don’t make it out?" The thought leaves his mouth before he can keep it to himself, catching your attention as you look towards him. His face seemed sad yet adoration seeped from his eyes, a slight tilting smile calmly resting on his face. You take a few steps towards him, bumping shoulders with him reassuringly.

"Then that'd make us martyrs for the greatest uprising in history don't you think?" You joke lightheartedly, upon seeing his growing saddened smile you ease on your sarcasm. "Hey, we'll get through this, and if luck is on our side we'll make it out with just a few cuts and bruises." You nudge your head against his pulling back to see him regarding you longingly, his eyes soft as you meet them. Your voice is gentle, probably attempting to more convince yourself than him.

"Let's hope so." Max replies with a crooked smile, pulling you into his arms.

"Hey, what's up with you? You're never like this." You jest softly, arms coming up to return his embrace. "We'll be fine, I promise." But who were you fooling, this mission could very well be your last. Your own self becoming a bit more melancholy the more you think of it.

"I trust you," his voice is gentle, "just thinking about everything we could be doing instead of trying to break our way in and out of a prison." A soft grin spreads across his face as he looks down at you in his arms. Though his words were suggestive his sincere expression said otherwise. Resting you chin on his collar you raise your brows enticing him to speak his mind, he chuckles at your reaction as he continues.

"Well, for one we could be resting properly back on the Unreliable. We'd be in bed, I'd have you in my arms, not worrying about imminent death around every corner." He lets out a sigh, "You'd be playing with my hair as you always do, probably talking about some colourful insect you saw on some excursion." Another chuckle rumbles in his chest.

You couldn't help but listen in awe, you never knew how sentimental this man could be. It only took him a suicide mission to express it but you couldn't blame him. "Keep going, you're on a roll." You say quietly, one hand coming up to toy with the hair at the back of his head just as he'd mentioned. It brought you ease in some strange way, tracing his features, playing with the ends of his hair, seeing the content look on his face when you did so.

"Then I would kiss along your arms, up to your shoulders, then your neck." He paused to lean down and place a gentle peck on your neck. "I could ravish you without a care in the universe." His hands begin to roam as they smoothed down your lower back then to your sides. He rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed as he breathed in your comforting scent. "I wish I could give you the world," his voice low, longing for you, "if only I had the time." His hand comes to hover over your cheek, thumb barely grazing your cheekbone softly before he's pressing his lips tenderly against yours.

You moan softly returning the kiss, needing the comfort of feeling him just as much as he needed you. Under the front of being 'Captain' you weren't going to bullshit anyone, you were terrified. You tried hiding it under sarcasm and jokes but deep down you were scared out of your mind. Going into this you knew how it could end, but no one is ever truly prepared to die. Your hands hold onto his collar, pulling him impossibly closer. You needed this, to know he was by your side when you weren't feeling too confident in these kinds of situations. To feel his lips mold so dreamily against yours, to make you forget about everything around you if only for a moment. For his hands to hold you like a silent promise of safety, to reassure you that no matter what he'd be right here with you.

His lips were heavenly, soft and careful, willing to give you anything you asked as long as he lived and breathed. Max furrows his brows at the thought of losing you, kissing you harder as he slowly backed you into the nearest wall. You were his reason. His reason for everything good in his life, you helped him find himself, you helped him love. You allowed him to find peace in more ways than one, within himself and within you. He couldn't care less of your current situation, of what was to come or of what might happen. In this moment all he cared for was you and him, sharing one final moment together to find the calm before the storm.

Max was much more gentle than usual, almost as if scared of being too rough. Your hands cupped his jaw and neck, keeping your lips on his, softly yet needy. His knee comes between your thighs, nudging your centre gently as his hands found themselves undoing your pants. "One last time," he murmurs against your lips, he slides down your pants, underwear along with it, "please." his beg is desperate, scared almost. He fumbles to undo the buttons of your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cool air, one hand cupping and squeezing your chest.

"Ok." Your answer is swallowed by his mouth, if this could really be your last day on earth why should you deprive the two of you of one last fuck. 'Fuck it.' Your hands find his chest as you stepped one foot out of your pant leg as Max worked on his own garments. Your hands travel down his torso, slipping under the end of his shirt to feel up his skin. Your fingers grazed his abdomen, nails scratching through his chest hair before you wrap your arms under his arms and around his back, pulling him back into you.

Max brings his lips down to your neck, hands coming around the back of your thighs to lift you, lining his aching cock with your slick entrance. Your legs link around his waist as your arm slips out from under his shirt, wrapping it around his neck, one hand feeling his heartbeat quicken and it stays on his chest. His knee stays under you, pressing against the wall behind you as he uses a hand to guide his cock into you, the other holding your ass in place.

You gasp in unison as Max's cock slides into your fluttering cunt, wet and warm, filling you to the brim. Max exhales against your skin, kissing along your exposed chest as your head rolled back against the wall. He held still for a moment, both of your bodies relaxing as you grow used to the feeling. His head comes back up, lips meeting yours once more before he begins his thrusts, slow and sweet, sliding in deep with every calculated stroke. Your long soft moans matching his rhythm, pulling away from his lips to gasp as Max adjusts his hold on you, shifting himself more upright, pressing you farther against the wall.

You bounce against the wall with his thrusts, your quickened breaths melding as your faces were mere millimetres apart. Your arm around his neck held him tight, your chest pressing against his as Max swallows you every moan. He held you tight in his arms like it his life depended on it. His eyes were closed, his lips brushing against yours while softly nibbling your bottom lip between his teeth, face as close to yours as he could get it. "Fuck." He murmurs breathily against your moans, both from the sensation of you around him and from the idea that this really could be your last. His chest aches for you, cherishing every last moment the universe will give him with you, being able to fuck you so sweet before all hell breaks loose.

His emotions lap onto you with every thrust, feeling him pour his heart and soul into you and he fucks into you so lovingly. He didn't want to let go of you, to let go of this moment, and neither did you. Your free hand cups his cheek, watching his eyes flutter open just barely before you meet his lips for another passionate kiss. "I love you." Max moans against your lips in between kisses, his words only making your stomach jump more with his thrusts. Pulling your lips away to nudge your forehead against his.

"I love you too." You return, your hand on his cheek gliding down and along his neck before it reaches back to fist into his hair. A newly angled thrust bucks into your sweet spot, causing you to throw yourself into him with the new sensation raking pleasure from within you. You rest your forehead against his shoulder, pulling him closer to you as his hips quickened in pace, keeping this new found angle as he continues.

Your moans leave you like a song, never ending and only for his ears. Every sound that left your lips spurred him on, the beautiful melody of your voice making him putty in your hands. "Fuck, I want to fill you," Max speaks mindlessly, "fill you so full over so you know..." His groans leave him with his strokes, voice trailing off as his hands only grip you tighter as he feels himself building his orgasm. "Fuck, I'm going to fill you up, make up for all the times I didn't," his soft rambles continue, voice low and sweet, "and for all the times I won't." He finishes with a soft sucking kisses to your exposed neck, trailing them down to your shoulder.

His words made your heart ache yet flip with arousal, somehow this man could get you melancholy and turned on at the same time and you didn't know how he did it. You didn't want this to be your last, if anything this moment with him has only made you even more determined to make it out alive, just so he will be able to fuck you like this again. "Max," you sigh, throwing your head back against the wall, eyes looking at him through your lashes as your orgasm builds in your core, "when we get out of here," you moan as his thrust hits your cervix, "you better be fucking me like this all the time." You finish with another moan, your arms around his neck pulling his face closer.

He dips his head down to your chest, breasts bouncing with his thrusts as you two slowly edge to your climax. "Please let me fill you." Max's breath was hot against your chest, his lips sucking marks into your skin as he awaited your reply.

"Anything you want." You answer, your hand rubbing his back as the other comes up to rake through his hair, pulling his strands as he kisses your collar, leaving marks all over your skin as he continues. He groans in response, you can feel him throb inside you. Max pushes you harder into the wall, his hand coming to rub your clit as he pushes you closer to the edge. His movements pull a loud moan from your lips, feeling your climax build quicker and quicker with his strokes. He edges you into your pre-euphoric bliss before your orgasm crashes over your is sweet hot waves of pleasure, your moans uncontrollably stringing from your lungs.

You tight cunt squeezes Max relentlessly, enough to cause him own release to follow suite. Max moans into your neck, pushing his cock all the way deep inside you for his final moments of ecstasy, pumping his cum deep into your womb with every soft roll of his hips. "I love you, fuck I love you." The words fell from his lips, fanning over your skin and enveloping you in a loving embrace as he stills himself inside you. You held him in your arms as the two of you recovered from your highs, gently scratching your fingernails against the nape of his neck as you played with the ends of his hair.

Max pulls his head away from your neck, eyes glossy as they lock with yours, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your plump lips. "I mean it," he mumbles barely above a whisper, his hands subbing gingerly against your thighs and up your sides, "I love you." His forehead presses to yours, wanting to feel as close to you as he can. His words pulling a smile from your lips.

"I know," you tease halfheartedly, sliding a hand to his neck and down his chest, "I love you too." You hear him sigh contently at your returned confession, a subtle smile of his own gracing his lips. "I've never heard you say it so many times so fluidly like that." You say softly, hand cupping his jaw while your thumb brushes his cheekbone.

He pulls away enough for you to see his somewhat flustered expression as he stumbles on his words, cheeks growing pink as his eyes avert from yours. You giggled at his response, you found it amusing how even after fucking you the way he just did he can get so nervous over something so little. You lean in to kiss the corner of his lips as an apology, "I didn't mean anything by it, I just think it’s cute." You smile, kissing his lips once more, "I like hearing you say it, and I’ll always return it.”

Max gives you a somewhat embarrassed smile, only making you smile wider in return. He shifts his weight, cock sliding just barely inside your oversensitive cunt causing you to whimper, he chuckles at your reaction. “When this is over, if we make it out," he begins, pulling himself out of you as he speaks, "I'm fucking you full of my cum.” He says, like he's making you a promise, a promise to breed you relentlessly as a reward for making it out alive.

You grin, pulling his chest back to yours as you kiss him one last time. "Deal."

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totally not plugging a vicar max playlist i made a while ago lol

if y’all like grungy indie music that give grungy sex vibes then might i interest you in my one and only vicar max playlist😌😌✨✨

peaceful reading, comfortable silence, rough kisses, kinky sex

all the things you need for a good time with buddy pal max😉

filled with self deprecation, difficulty with love while trying to find it, indie rock madness, submitting to a lover, losing one’s way in life while trying to find oneself in it, being utterly enraptured by a lover, getting beat down by life. this playlist could be for you😉😉😉

lol anyway thanks for stopping by, have a good day